First electricity, now telephones. Sometimes I feel as if I'm living in an H.G. Wells novel.
Principles are like prayers; noble, of course, but awkward at a party.
There's nothing simpler than avoiding people you don't like. Avoiding one's friends, that's the real test.
No family is ever what it seems from the outside.
Everyone goes down the aisle with half the story hidden.
Love is a far more dangerous motive than dislike.
It's the job of grandmothers to interfere.
If I were to search for logic, I would not look for it among the English upper class.
