Women never dine alone. When they dine alone they don't dine.

I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live.

It had been agreed between them that lighted candles at wayside inns, in strange countries amid mountain scenery, gave the evening meal a peculiar poetry.

Innocent and infinite are the pleasures of observation.

It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.

...he had long decided that abundant laughter should be the embellishment of the remainder of his days.

She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.