She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.

Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes.

There is a sadness at the back of life which some people do not attempt to mitigate. Entirely aware of their own standing in the shadow, and yet alive to every tremor and gleam of existence, there they endure.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.

Words belong to each other.