He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals.

The salesman knows nothing of what he is selling save that he is charging a great deal too much for it.

Nobody ever commits a crime without doing something stupid.

The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid

You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.

There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating - people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.