You can't kill a minuet de la coeur. You may shut up the music book... but surely the minuet — the minuet itself is dancing itself away into the furt… - Ford Madox Ford

Isn't there any heaven where old beautiful dances, old beautiful intimacies prolong themselves?

You can't kill a minuet de la coeur. You may shut up the music book... but surely the minuet — the minuet itself is dancing itself away into the furthest stars, even as our minuet of the Hessian bathing places must be stepping itself still.

Only two classes of books are of universal appeal: the very best and the very worst.

You’ll come with me, my little man,’ Sylvia said, ‘if you ever want to bask in my smile again.…

So I shall just imagine myself for a fortnight or so at one side of the fireplace of a country cottage, with a sympathetic soul opposite me. And I shall go on talking, in a low voice while the sea sounds in the distance and overhead the great black flood of wind polishes the bright stars.