Dialect words are those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel.

There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.

Sometimes a woman's love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn't love him at all. Then, when she sees him suffering, her remorse sets in, and she does what she can to repair the wrong.

You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.

When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.

Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.

She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.