No one human being knows the full truth about another human being. Not even one's nearest and dearest.

It is so unkind--' 'Perhaps. But sometimes a compulsion comes over one to speak the truth!

The truth must be quite plain, if one could just clear away the litter.

Mrs. Baker's social manner was almost robotlike in its perfection. All her comments and remarks were natural, normal, everyday currency, but one had a suspicion that the whole thing was like an actor playing a part for perhaps the seven hundredth time. It was an automatic performance, completely divorced from what Mrs. Baker might really have been thinking or feeling.

It can happen that if anyone is talking to a person they know cannot see well, they are careless. They permit themselves an expression of face that on other occasions they would not allow.

I know enough of life to know that you can never judge any case on its outside merits.