Youth to youth, like the dragon-flies chasing each other, and love like the sun warming them through and through. - John Galsworthy

Sin confianza en la verdad no había influencia. Daba igual que se tratara de los políticos o de la prensa: si no se podía creer en ellos, no contaban.

FALDER’S work [a shirt to which he is putting buttonholes] is hung to a nail on the wall over a small wooden table, on which the novel “Lorna Doone” lies open.

Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!