I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.

Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep for ever just as the way they were, demons of wickedness, angels of delight, never to see them grow up into long-legged monsters.

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.

Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise men never say anything else apparently.

There is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed.