It's the job of grandmothers to interfere.
Everyone goes down the aisle with half the story hidden.
There's nothing simpler than avoiding people you don't like. Avoiding one's friends, that's the real test.
If I were to search for logic, I would not look for it among the English upper class.
Love is a far more dangerous motive than dislike.
Principles are like prayers; noble, of course, but awkward at a party.
First electricity, now telephones. Sometimes I feel as if I'm living in an H.G. Wells novel.
No family is ever what it seems from the outside.