Innocent and infinite are the pleasures of observation.
An Englishman's never so natural as when he's holding his tongue.
Until you try, you don't know what you can't do.
There were several ways of understanding her: there was what she said, and there was what she meant, and there was something between the two, that was neither.
She had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities.
She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!