But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

Sight is the least sensual of all the senses. And we strain ourselves to see, see, see--everything, everything through the eye, inone mode of objective curiosity.

I think I am much too valuable a creature to offer myself to a German bullet gratis and for fun.

She had borne so long the cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.

Only in a novel are all things given full play.

It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.