Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.

The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.

I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.