She was a fool and he knew it and because he loved her it had made no difference.

What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?

Unconsciously, perhaps, we treasure the power we have over people by their regard for our opinion of them, and we hate those upon whom we have no such influence.

What mean and cruel things men can do for the love of God.

No man in his heart is quite so cynical as a well-bred woman.

We have long passed the Victorian Era when asterisks were followed after a certain interval by a baby.

The humour of Dostoievsky is the humour of a barloafer who ties a kettle to a dog's tail.