Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.

We class schools into four grades: leading school, first-rate school, good school and school.

All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.