“Some quotations," said Zellaby, "are greatly improved by lack of context.”

“There was often a great deal of grown-up fuss that seemed disproportionate to causes.”

“Anybody who has had a great treasure has always led a precarious existence.”

“There must, I think, be a great many people who go around just longing to be baffled...”

“But not she. Her eternity is an article of her faith. Great wars and disasters can ebb and flow, races rise and fall, empires wither with suffering and death, but these are superficialities: she, woman, is perpetual, essential; she will go on for ever.”

“I suppose a book is still a book, even if no one but the author and his wife reads it," she said.”

“So you're in love with her?' she went on. A word again ... When the minds have learnt to mingle, when no thought is wholly one's own, and each has taken too much of the other ever to be entirely himself alone; when one has reached the beginning of seeing with a single eye, loving with a single heart, enjoying with a single joy; when there can be moments of identity and nothing is separate save bodies that long for one another ... When there is that, where is the word? There is only the inadequacy of the word that exists.'We love one another,' I said.”