When my obituary notice at last appears in The Times, and they say: ‘What, I thought he died years ago,’ my ghost will gently chuckle.
What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?
We who are of mature age seldom suspect how unmercifully and yet with what insight the very young judge us.
This love was a torment, and he resented bitterly the subjugation in which it held him; he was a prisoner and he longed for freedom.Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped,...
This did not surprise him, for he was beginning to realise that he was the creature of a God who appreciated the discomfort of his worshippers.
There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
There is no cruelty greater than a woman's to a man who loves her and whom she does not love; she has no kindness then, no tolerance even, she has only an insane irritation.
The past was finished; let the dead bury their dead.
The only reasonable thing was to accept the good of men and be patient with their faults. The words of the dying God crossed his memory: Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
The devil is a good actor, smiled Domingo.
The best to be said for it is that when you’ve come to the conclusion that something is inevitable all you can do is to make the best of it.
Sometimes I think that when we say our honour prevents us from doing this or that we deceive ourselves, and our real motive is vanity.
She’s wonderful. Tell her I’ve never seen such beautiful hands. I wonder what she sees in you.Waddington, smiling, translated the question.She says I’m good.As if a woman ever loved a man for his virt...
Poor slut, I think she loves me,' said Gray, his eyes closed.
People ask you for criticism, but they only want praise.
Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.~Waddington
Mrs. Strickland had the gift of sympathy. It is a charming faculty, but one often abused by those who are conscious of its possession, for there is something ghoulish in the avidity with which they wi...
Life wouldn’t be worth living if I worried over the future as well as the present. When things are at their worst I find something always happens.
Its a toss-up when you decide to leave the beaten track. Many are called, few are chosen.
It was strange that Walter with all his cleverness should have so little sense of proportion. Because he had dressed a doll in gorgeous robes and set her in a sanctuary to worship her, and then discov...