I thought suddenly that she wasn't real; she was just a mass of talk out of guidebooks, of drawings out of fashion-plates.
He wouldn't write a letter because he couldn't without beginning it 'Dear Sylvia' and ending it 'Yours sincerely' or 'truly' or 'affectionately.' He's that sort of precise imbecile. I tell you he's so...
And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me.
And Paris, when you avoid the more conspicuous resorts, and when you are unprovided with congenial companionship can prove nearly as overwhelming as is, say, Birmingham on a Sunday.
Though no man can choose the land of his birth or his ancestry, he can, if he have industry and determination, so watch over himself as materially to modify his automatic habits
Nulla dies felix—call no day fortunate till it be ended.
You’ll come with me, my little man,’ Sylvia said, ‘if you ever want to bask in my smile again.…
You see in such a world as this, an idealist — or perhaps it’s only a sentimentalist — must be stoned to death.
What distinguished man from the brutes was his freedom. When,
Upon my soul!' Tietjens said to himself, 'that girl down there is the only intelligent living soul I've met for years.' A little pronounced in manner sometimes; faulty in reasoning naturally, but quit...
This, Tietjens thought, is England! A man and a maid walk through Kentish grass fields: the grass ripe for the scythe. The man honourable, clean, upright; the maid virtuous, clean, vigorous; he of goo...
The beastliness of human nature is always pretty normal. We lie and betray and are wanting in imagination and deceive ourselves, always, at about the same rate.
That in effect was love. It struck him as astonishing. The word was so little in his vocabulary...
Ruggles disliked Christopher Tietjens with the inveterate dislike of the man who revels in gossip for the man who never gossips.
Otherwise the world could not continue — the children would not be healthy. And
No, the essence of prayer is volition, so the essence of blasphemy is volition. She
If you live among dogs they’ll think you’ve the motives of a dog.
I don’t know. I know nothing. I am very tired.
Higher than the beasts, lower than the angels, stuck in our idiot Eden.
Every word that he had spoken amongst the amassed beauties of Macmaster furnishings had been a link in a love-speech. It was not merely that he had confessed to her as he would have to no other soul i...