I was obliged to call on dear Lady Harbury. I hadn't been there since her poor husband's death. I never saw a woman so altered; she looks quite twenty years younger.
Yes," he continued, "that is one of the great secrets of life. Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.
Terrible as was what the world did to me, what I did to myself was far more terrible still.
Show respect for age. Drink good scotch for a change. The old believe everything: the middle-aged suspect everything: the young know everything.
The weather is entrancing, but in my heart there is no sun.
The picture, changed or unchanged, would be to him the visible emblem of conscience.