Books Do Furnish A Room.

Dinner At The Huntercombes' Possessed Only Two Dramatic Features - The Wine Was A Farce And The Food A Tragedy.

[t]here Is No Greater Sign Of Innate Misery Than A Love Of Teasing.

One Passes Through The World Knowing Few, If Any, Of The Important Things About Even The People With Whom One Has Been From Time To Time In The Closest Intimacy.

A Dance To The Music Of Time.

I Get A Warm Feeling Among My Books.