People have never lost what they think they have.

As regards plots I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots.

Appearances are not held to be a clue to the truth,' said his cousin. 'But we seem to have no other.

My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

We none of us talk to people as we do behind their backs.

Duty is seldom liked either by the doer or the object ... And why should it be? It is not often of advantage to either.