I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.
It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.
How lovely goodness is in those who, stepping lightly, go smiling through the world.
No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.
Moreover, a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades or domes.