There are not enough poems in praise of bed.

... possessiveness cannot accept; it cannot even strike a fair bargain; it has to confer.

Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones.

There are not enough poems in praise of bed.

To one who has led a virtuous life, to sin is the easiest thing in the world. No experience of unpleasant consequences grits that smooth sliding fall, no recollection of disillusionment blurs that pure desire.

... the advantages of being a postman seemed more and more dubious. It is not a congenial profession for anyone who is at all sensitive, for people visit upon the postman all their first annoyance at receiving a couple of bills when they looked for a love-letter, and if a packet is insufficiently stamped they hand over the pennies as though to a despicable bandit, too outrageous to be denied, too groveling to be feared.

Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.