Today I live in the gray, muffled, smelless, puffy, tasteless half-world of those who have colds. - Robertson Davies

But I was a lonely creature, and although I would have been very happy to have a friend I just never happened to meet one.

Quaint though this attitude seems now, it was unquestionably the prevalent one in the nineteenth century, and it would be over-bold to say that it will never return to favour, for the range of human folly is infinite.

When I hear girls I know longing to be what they call liberated, and when I hear others rejoicing in what they think of as liberation, I feel a fool, because I simply do not know where I stand. (Maria Magdalena Theotoky)