The delicate adjustment of reciprocals is our sanction.

Marriage, were it possible, would indeed be fatal.

Our pleasant, free relations, unruffled by storm, are ideal for us both.
Why, I wonder, did she think her proposal to go away for a change would vex me?
The idea implies a right of veto which is repugnant to me.

Of all the hateful attitudes towards a woman in which a decent man can view himself that of the Turkish bashaw is the most detestable.

Women seldom give men credit for this distaste.
I kissed the white hand of Judith that touched my wrist, and told her not to doubt my understanding.