First electricity, now telephones. Sometimes I feel as if I’m living in an H.G. Wells novel.
No family is ever what it seems from the outside.
Principles are like prayers; noble, of course, but awkward at a party.
Everyone goes down the aisle with half the story hidden.
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.
There’s nothing simpler than avoiding people you don’t like. Avoiding one’s friends, that’s the real test.
Love is a far more dangerous motive than dislike.