He knew in what strange heavens they were suffering, and what dull hells were teaching them the secret of some new joy.
The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding.
I have no terror of death. It is the coming of death that terrifies me. Its monstrous wings seem to wheel in the leaden air around me.
I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
Besides, it is only the modern that ever becomes old-fashioned.
I don't wish to harm the ghost in any way,' he said. He looked at his young sons. ‘And it is not polite to throw pillows at someone who has been in this house for so long.