Dr Slade went in to lunch in a state of desperate boredom tempered with resentment; it had shaken him a little to see how bad luck could be prolonged to such unlikely lengths.

'We're all monsters,' said Daisy with enthusiasm. 'It's the Age of Monsters.'

Every second, ten stars set behind the black water in the west.

For God's sake, sit down. You look like a Calvinist rector telling his flock about Hell.

Je suis un cimetiere abhorre de la lune.

Man has sufficient cause for tears without adding to them by books.

That's what misery is, Nothing to have at heart. It is to have or nothing. It is a thing to have, A lion, an ox in his breast, To feel it breathing there. Cora…