Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose.

The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.

How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!

The birds did not understand a single word of what he was saying, but that made no matter, for they put their heads on one side, and looked wise, which is quite as good as understanding a thing, and very much easier.

The crude commercialism of America, its materialising spirit, its indifference to the poetical side of things, and its lack of imagination and of high unattainable ideals, are entirely due to that country having adopted for its national hero a man who, according to his own confession, was incapable of telling a lie, and it is not too much to say that the story of George Washington and the cherry-tree has done more harm, and in a shorter space of time, than any other moral tale in the whole of literature.

Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.

Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.