To think of losing is to lose already.
Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.
During the last few years of her life Mrs. Willowes grew continually more skilled in evading responsibilities, and her death seemed but the final perfected expression of this skill. It was as if she had said, yawning a delicate cat’s yawn, “I think I will go to my grave now,” and had left the room.
Sir Maugre’s erudition was so wide that whatever anyone said reminded him of something that had no bearing on it.
