The Abbe's warning: 'Never confront an enemy at the end of a journey, unless it happens to be his journey'. 
There have always been Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm 
Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired. 
Cautious as a camera-man engaged in shooting a family of fourteen lions 
On the whole, Cold Comfort was not without its promise of mystery and excitement. 
An interesting survival of mediaeval superstition," commented Flora. 
He was enmeshed in his grief. He did not notice that Graceless's leg had come off and that she was managing as best she could with three. 
She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple. 
A straight nose is a great help if one wishes to look serious'. 
Mrs Poste, who had wished people to live beautiful lives and yet be ladies and gentlemen. 
Like all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful. 
Is there a rug?' she asked, hanging fire.'Nay. The sins burnin' in yer marrow will keep yer warm.
Nature is all very well in her place, but she must not be allowed to make things untidy. 
What a pleasant life could be had in this world by a handsome, sensible old lady of good fortune, blessed with a sound constitution and a firm will 
To tidy up takes time, and she wants all her time for wolfing books... 
I saw something nasty in the woodshed. 
There are some things (like first love and one's first reviews) at which a woman in her middle years does not care to look too closely. 
I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot. 
...though it was too true that life as she is lived has a way of being curiously different from life as described by novelists. 