I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!

She felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the walls of partition had become so thin that practically (the feeling was one of relief and happiness) it was all one stream.

But Sasha who after all had no English blood in her but was from Russia where the sunsets are longer, the dawns less sudden, and sentences often left unfinished from doubt as to how best to end them.

Jealousy ... survives every other passion of mankind.

I was lying in bed this morning and saying to myself, 'the remarkable thing about Ethel is her stupendous self-satisfaction' when in came your letter to confirm this profound psychological observation. How delighted I was!