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Travel, the casual come and go of strange faces, people for whom she cared nothing and who did not care for her, these were not her life.

Though beauty was his soul’s food, it was not all beauty for which he hungered, but only one kind of beauty.

…she knew, not so much by knowledge as by instinct, that she could comprehend infinitely more happiness than she now had in everything, and that she was capable of a profounder peace than the peace of this life with which she was now quite content.

For every moment of her life was her own. “Not a moment your own,” Lucille had said. But all her moments belonged to her life.

I do feel sorry for the rich. The poor, Mum, we’re used to nothin’. But it’s cruel hard for the rich to be poor. It’s best to be used to nothin’. Then you’re thankful for the little you get.

“You’ve begun Susan. God knows where you’ll end.”