Happy people do a great deal for their friends.

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.

Alexandra sighed. "I have a feeling that if you go away, you will not come back. Something will happen to one of us, or to both. People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find. What I have is yours if you care enough about me to take it.

Sometimes," I ventured, "it doesn't occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty. . . I couldn't stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there's nobody like her.

Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together.

I don't want anyone reading my writing to think about style. I just want them to be in the story.