It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.

She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.

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

There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?

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

At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial-and any question about sex is that-one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.

The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.