Her very kindness was cruel because it was founded not on love but on reason...
The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish but that they cease to love.
Something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul.
The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
It is well known that Beauty does not look with a good grace on the timid advances of Humour.
The gardener, an old sailor, made him a hammock and fixed it up for him in the branches of a weeping willow. And here for long hours he lay, hidden from anyone who might come to the vicarage, reading,...
Nor was Miss Wilkinson the ideal: he had often pictured to himself the great violet eyes and the alabaster skin of some lovely girl, and he had thought of himself burying his face in the rippling mass...
Going about with a huge, heavy arm or dragging along a grossly disfigured leg. Men and women wore the lava-lava. It’s a very indecent costume, said Mrs. Davidson. Mr. Davidson thinks it should be proh...
And he loved her suddenly because she loved him.
You rejoice in your freedom, and you feel that at last you can call your soul your own. You seem to walk with your head among the stars. And then, all of a sudden you can't stand it anymore, and you n...
You must let bygones be bygones.
You know, the Philistines have long since discarded the rack and stake as a means of suppressing the opinions they feared: they've discovered a much more deadly weapon of destruction -- the wisecrack.
You don't know the difference between truth and make-believe. You never stop acting. It's second nature to you. You act when there's a party here. You act to the servants, you act to father, you act t...
Without knowing it he drew a very pleasant picture of an affectionate, happy family who lived unpretentiously in circumstances of moderate affluence at peace with themselves and the world and undistur...
Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange th...
Whenever he started a book with two solitary travellers riding along the brink of a desperate ravine he knew he was safe. The
When people say they do not care what others thing of them, for the most part they deceive themselves
We're all so dreadfully tired of being goddesses. For centuries foolish men have set us up on a pedestal and vowed they were unworthy to touch the hem of our garments. And it is so dull.
We who are of mature age seldom suspect how unmercifully and yet with what insight the very young judge us.
There is nothing so difficult as to persuade men that they are ignorant. Bertha, exaggerating the seriousness of the affair, thought it charlatanry to undertake a post without knowledge and without ca...