More than ever at that instant did she long for speech - speech that would conceal and protect where dangerous silence might betray.

Oh, this is the most TRAGICAL thing that ever happened to me!

A house from which nobody ever went away without feeling better in some way. A house in which there was always laughter.

If it's IN you to climb you must -- there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills -- they can't breathe properly in the valleys.

Oh, as Dean says, nobody is free - never, except just for a few brief moments now and then, when the flash comes, or when as on my haystack night, the soul slips over into eternity for a little space. All the rest of our years we are slaves to something - traditions - conventions - ambitions - relations.

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.