Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.

There was a day when I liked writing letters -- it has gone. Unfortunately the passion for getting them remains.

The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes