“I don't mean all of your friends—only a small proportion—which, however, connects your circle with that deadly, idle, brainless bunch—the insolent chatterers at the opera,[…]the chlorotic squatters on huge yachts,[…]the neurotic victims of mental cirrhosis, the jewelled animals whose moral code is the code of the barnyard—!”

Always, always hold her hand / You'll find out, oh just a little love / Goes a long way

'Shocking business ... shocking ... miracle none of them died ... never heard the like ... by thunder, it was lucky you were there, Snape ...'

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!