The English Lord Marries For Love, And

An Aristocracy In A Republic Is Like A Chicken Whose Head Has Been Cut Off: It May Run About In A Lively Way, But In Fact It Is Dead.

Twice In Her Life She Had Mistaken Something Else For It; It Was Like Seeing Somebody In The Street Who You Think Is A Friend, You Whistle And Wave And Run After Him, And It Is Not Only Not The Friend, But Not Even Very Like Him. A Few Minutes Later The Real Friend Appears In View, And Then You Can't Imagine How You Ever Mistook That Other Person For Him. Linda Was Now Looking Upon The Authentic Face Of Love, And She Knew It, But It Frightened Her. That It Should Come So Casually, So Much By A Series Of Accidents, Was Frightening.

To Fall In Love You Have To Be In The State Of Mind For It To Take, Like A Disease.

I Have Only Ever Read One Book In My Life, And That Is White Fang. It's So Frightfully Good I've Never Bothered To Read Another.

Children Should Be Like Waffles--you Should Be Able To Throw The First One Away.