At the same time, Mrs de Bray Pape was saying things to the discredit of Marie Antoinette, whom apparently she disliked. He could not imagine why anyone should dislike Marie Antoinette. Yet very likel...
A man's books are very much himself.
A great night, with room enough for Heaven to be hidden there from our not too perspicacious eyes.… It was said that an earthquake shock imperceptible to our senses set those cattle and sheep and hors...
New York is large, glamorous, easy-going, kindly and incurious, but above all it is a crucible - because it is large enough to be incurious.
This was a war of attrition...A mug's game! A mug's game as far as killing men was concerned, but not an uninteresting occupation if you considered it as a struggle of various minds spread all over th...
Of course Christopher would cultivate an English accent: to show that he was an English country gentleman. And he would speak correctly – to show that an English Tory can do anything in the world if h...
Men, at any rate, never fulfilled expectations. They might, upon acquaintance, turn out more entertaining than they appeared; but almost always taking up with a man was like reading a book you had rea...
It was the mentality that obsessed him: the exact mind, the impatience of solecisms and facile generalizations!… A queer catalogue of the charms of one's lady love!… But he wanted to hear her say: Oh,...
Inspector had been in the library, and might possibly have
I like the slow, smooth roll of the great big trains—and they are the best trains in the world! I like being drawn through the green country and looking at it through the clear glass of the great wind...
I HAVE, I am aware, told this story in a very rambling way so that it may be difficult for anyone to find their path through what may be a sort of maze.
I DON’T KNOW how it is best to put this thing down – whether it would be better to try and tell the story from the beginning, as if it were a story; or whether to tell it from this distance of time, a...
How was it possible that the most honourable man she knew should be so overwhelmed by foul and baseless rumours? It made you suspect that honour had, in itself, a quality of the evil eye . . .
Edward ought, I suppose, to have gone to the Transvaal. It would have done him a great deal of good to get killed.
But of course he hates you for being in the army. All the men who aren’t hate all the men that are.
And Sylvia Tietjens wavered into the room.
Although Tietjens hated golf as he hated any occupation that was of a competitive nature, he could engross himself in the mathematics of trajectories when
A world profits by the example of a steadfast nation….
هؤلاء نساء فلاندرزينتظرن الضّائعين،ينتظرنَ الضّائعين الذين أبداً لنْ يُغادروا الميناء،ينتظرن الضّائعين الّذين أبداً لن يجيء بهم القطارإلى أحضان هؤلاء النّسوة، ذوات الوجوه الميتة،ينتظرن الضّائعين الّذي...
You will then. Listen here...I've always got this to look forward to: I'll settle down by that man's side. I'll be as virtuous as any woman. I've made up my mind to it and I'll be it. And I'll be bore...