She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.

She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.

I am simply a book drunkard.

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

Don't be ridiculous, please.' The most insulting words in the world!