A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

If you haven't had your life what have you had?

You think too much.' 'I suppose I do; but I can’t help it, my mind is so terribly active. When I give myself, I give myself. I pay the penalty in my headaches, my famous headaches--a perfect circlet of pain! But I carry it as a queen carries her crown.

There's no more usual basis of union than mutual misunderstanding.

To live only to suffer—only to feel the injury of life repeated and enlarged—it seemed to her she was too valuable, too capable, for that. Then she wondered if it were vain and stupid to think so well of herself. When had it even been a guarantee to be valuable? Wasn't all history full of the destruction of precious things? Wasn't it much more probable that if one were fine one would suffer?

However British you may be, I am more British still.

..her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.