I think there must have been some other girl printed somewhere in his heart, for he was a man of love and his wife was not a woman to show her feelings.

Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.

You can't slice up morals.

Then it is better, sir, to love whom one cannot have?" "Probably better," Lancelot said. "Certainly safer.

Nearly everyone has his box of secret pain.

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

Time is the only critic without ambition.