If you think about the unthinkable long enough it becomes quite reasonable.

The trouble with you, dear, is that you think an angel of the Lord as a creature with wings, whereas he is probably a scruffy little man with a bowler hat.

Horse sense is the instinct that keeps horses from betting on men.

The truth of anything at all doesn't lie in someone's account of it. It lies in all the small facts of the time. An advertisement in a paper, the sale of a house, the price of a ring.

It is not possible to love and be wise.

I expect this is what death is like when you meet it. Sort of wildly unfair but inevitable.

You can't have a tin can tied to your tail and go through life pretending it isn't there.