“You can when you mean to,' said Maurice gently. 'You can do anything once you know what it is.”
“Nothing's the same for anyone. That's why life's this Hell, if you do a thing you're damned, and if you don't you're damned . . . .”
“Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful?”
“It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.”
“Oh, hang it all! what's the good—I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what's going on outside, if it's only nothing particular after all.”
“No, he is not tactful, yet have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet, at the same time, beautiful?”