How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

The truth is that every true admirer of the novels cherishes the happy thought that he alone - reading between the lines - has bcome the secret friend of their author.

Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.

In the shortest sea voyage there is no sense of time. You have been down in the cabin for hours or days or years. Nobody knows or cares. You know all the people to the point of indifference. You do not believe in dry land any more - you are caught in the pendulum itself, and left there, idly swinging.

It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.

Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood. 'Isn't it, darling?' said Laurie.