Civilized life exacts its toll.

There is danger in courage. Cowardice is a power for good. We hardly know what it prevents.

We do not discuss the members of our family to their faces.

What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?

I wonder the human race has been so fond of migrations, when the young take so hardly to traveling.

Dear, dear, the miniature world of the family! All the emotions of mankind seem to find a place in it.

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