There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

When you have loved as she has loved, you grow old beautifully.

Men have ascribed to God imperfections that they would deplore in themselves.

The novel may stimulate you to think. It may satisfy your aesthetic sense. It may arouse your moral emotions. But if it does not entertain you it is a bad novel.

He did not care upon what terms he satisfied his passion. He had even a mad, melodramatic idea to drug her.

It is one of the defects of my character that I cannot altogether dislike anyone who makes me laugh.

if you'd ever had a grown-up daughter you'd know that by comparison a bucking steer is easy to manage. And as to knowing what goes on inside her - well, it's much better to pretend you're the simple, innocent old fool she almost certainly takes you for.