I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.

pretense is the oil that lubricates society.

there is no truly honest autobiography.

I began to feel that if religion was either an illusion or a revelation, it was simpler to accept it as an illusion.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.

People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.