There was nothing particularly wrong with them; they were just the ordinary garden variety of human garbage.
Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart.
It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond—least of all affection for Mrs. Beaver or for each other—except that their names were in current use
When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse.
It is no wonder he wins every game. He has never done a thing in his life exept play games.
The animals were happy as they had never conceived it possible to be. Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure, now that it was truly their own food, produced by themselves and for themselves, not doled out to them by a grudging master.
For, though women, as I see them, have little or no feeling of responsibility towards a county or a country or a career—although they may be lacking in any kind of communal solidarity—they have an immense and automatically working instinct that attaches them to the interest of womanhood.
Life was hard on mothers; but then, they just didn't understand.
You're the only girl I've seen for a very long time that actually did look like something blooming.
She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.
The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription.