Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious - there was generally some reason for it.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.

The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.

Love has no age, no limit; and no death.

He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.

The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .

It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love because we love loving.