How strange a thing is the heart of man!

People who do not get into scrapes are a great deal less interesting than those who do.

The memories of long love gather like drifting snow, poignant as the mandarin ducks who float side by side in sleep.

Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams.

Though the body moves, the soul may stay behind.

Stepmothers in books usually behave very spitefully towards the children entrusted to them. But he was now learning by his own experience that in real life this does not always happen.

It is indeed in many ways more comfortable to belong to that section of society whose action are not publicly canvassed and discussed