It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
Never feel self-pity, the most destructive emotion there is. How awful to be caught up in the terrible squirrel cage of self.
Many books today suggest that the mass of women lead lives of noisy desperation.
To be clever enough to get a great deal of money, one must be stupid enough to want it.
God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.
A pious man is one who would be an athiest if the king were.
Man is certainly stark mad. He cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens.