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.
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.
It's the job of grandmothers to interfere.