For our vanity is such that we hold our own characters immutable$$$ and we are slow to acknowledge that they have changed$$$ even for the better.

Nonsense of this type is more difficult to combat than a solid lie. It hides in rubbish heaps and moves when no one is looking.

Happy Charlotte$$$ who$$$ though greatly troubled over things that did not matter$$$ seemed oblivious to things that did...

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

Human beings have their great chance in the novel.

It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper.

The ends of the earth$$$ the depths of the sea$$$ the darkness of time$$$ you have chosen all three.

One can tip too much as well as too little$$$ indeed the coin that buys the exact truth has not yet been minted.

Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate$$$ and yet at the same time - beautiful?

And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.