I often wonder whether she is still as anxious about you as she was then." "My dearest auntie, you've been an angel in a lace cap to me all my life, and I'm sure my mother isn't worrying herself about me one bit.
Why should she ?" argued Austin.

"I'm leading a lovely life, I'm as happy as the days are long, and if my tastes don't run in the direction of selling screws or posting ledgers, nothing that anybody can say will change them.

And I tell you candidly that if they were so changed they would certainly be changed for the worse.

I hate ugly things as intensely as I love beautiful ones, and I'm very thankful that I'm not ugly myself.

Now don't look at me like that; it's so conventional! Of course I know I'm not ugly, but rather the reverse (that's a modest way of putting it), and I pray to beloved Pan that he will give me beauty in the inward soul so that the inward and the outward man may be at one.