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.
I call people rich when they're able to meet the requirements of their imagination.
Never say you know the last word about any human heart.
Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out the window.
To kill a human being is, after all, the least injury you can do him.
One doesn't defend one's god: one's god is in himself a defense.