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

It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man.

Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.

For if Chloe likes Olivia and Mary Carmichael knows how to express it she will light a torch in that vast chamber where nobody has yet been.

For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn.

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

I am volatile for one, rigid for another, angular as an icicle in silver, or voluptuous as a candle flame in gold.