To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.

Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess.

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

These are times of action. Men think and then act; sometimes, indeed, they simply act.

every act of one's life is the unavoidable result of every act that has preceded it.

the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.