a nice old duck really, when you know her!

Books . . . are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.

She went to bed thinking more about another person than about herself. This goes to prove that even minor poetry may have its practical uses.

The incident had that rich savor of the ludicrous which neither pity nor charity can destroy. Unfortunately, she could not in decency share it with anybody; she could only enjoy it in lonely ecstasies of mirth.

She could have made a much better thing of that, if she had not been afraid of giving herself away. What hampered her was this sense of being in the middle of things, too close to things, pressed upon and bullied by reality. If she could succeed in standing aside from herself she would achieve self-confidence and a better control.

Harriet grinned at Betty Armstrong, hearing the familiar academic wrangle begin. Before ten minutes had passed, somebody had introduced the word "values." An hour later they were still at it. Finally the Bursar was heard to quote: "God made the integers; all else is the work of man." "Oh, bother!" cried the Dean. "Do let's keep mathematics out of it. And physics. I cannot cope with them.

There is only one kind of wisdom that has any social value, and that is the knowledge of one's own limitations.

Forgiveness does not wipe away the consequences of the sin. The consequences are borne by somebody.

The characteristic common to God and man is apparently that: the desire and the ability to make things.

A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought.