It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.

For bees are captious folk / And quick to turn against the lubber's touch.

Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.

The public, as a whole, finds reassurance in longevity, and, after the necessary interlude of reaction, is disposed to recognize extreme old age as a sign of excellence. The long-liver has triumphed over at least one of man's initial handicaps: the brevity of life.

Travel is in sad case. It is uncomfortable, it is expensive; it is a source of annoyance to our friends, and of loneliness to ourselves.

Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.