Rumor is untraceable, incalculable, and infectious.
If you have been sunned through and through like an apricot on a wall from your earliest days, you are oversensitive to any withdrawal of heat.
She spends her day powdering her face till she looks like a bled pig.
If Kitchener was not a great man, he was, at least, a great poster.
The power to love what is purely abstract is given to few.
[To her host upon leaving a party:] Don't think it hasn't been charming, because it hasn't.