Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs Vesey sat through life.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

The future of English fiction may rest with this Unknown Public - a reading public of three millions which lies right out of the pale of true literary civilization - which is now waiting to be taught the difference between a good book and a bad.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.

Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

Except in this ignorant and material century, men have always worn precious stuffs and beautiful colours as well as women.