Life for most people compels the exercise of the lower gifts and wastes the precious ones, until it forces us to agree that there is little virtue, as well as little profit, in what once seemed to us the noblest part of our inheritance.

“Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on…”

“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets old…”

“There it was, all round them. It partook, she felt, carefully helping Mr. Banke…”

“They say that one must beat one's wings against the storm in the belief that be…”