“Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.”

“Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.”

“How I hate everything!”

“Xingu!" she scoffed. "Why, it was the fact of our knowing so much more about it than she did—unprepared though we were—that made Osric Dane so furious. I should have thought that was plain enough to everybody!”

“Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?”

“They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.”

“Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.”