“There can be few places more conducive to the quiet, solitary contemplation of melancholy thoughts than a window-seat; and if beyond the window-panes there is a steely vignette of November murk and withered twigs, so much the better.”

“I love you more than I can express, or can ever hope to express”

“There are some people who like nothing better than a good, regular quarrel.”

“I found out when I went away from Wythorpe the first time in November--remember? How nice it is to rhyme, I must do it all the time.”

“Perhaps grown women are beings of a good deal more complexity than cats”

“But we disposable women have to be realistic in this life, you know. Else we get itchy and discontented and start contemplating the kitchen knife and wondering whether it wouldn't look nicer between someone's shoulder-blades.”

“The glitter of the great world, you know, is only so much froth and spume: you may look in vain for happiness there.”