I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

The woman had a humble, cringing manner. Of course, she had discovered that, having neither money nor virtue, she had better be humble if she knew what was good for her.

What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.

Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.