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.

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as they again confronted him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over his flesh, a breeze through his nerves, which wellnigh produced a qualm; and actually produced, by some mysterious physiological process, a prosaic sneeze.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.

George's son had done his work so thoroughly that he was considered too good a workman to live, and was, in fact, taken and tragically shot at twelve o'clock that same day—another instance of the untoward fate which so often attends dogs and other philosophers who follow out a train of reasoning to its logical conclusion, and attempt perfectly consistent conduct in a world made up so largely of compromise.