The near end of the street was rather dark and had mostly vegetable shops. Abundance of vegetables - piles of white and green fennel, like celery, and great sheaves of young, purplish, sea-dust-coloured artichokes . . . long strings of dried figs, mountains of big oranges, scarlet large peppers, a large slice of pumpkin, a great mass of colours and vegetable freshness. . . .

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

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

It is only when men lose their contact with this eternal life-flame, and become merely personal, things in themselves, instead ofthings kindled in the flame, that the fight between man and woman begins.

It always seemed to me that men wore their beards, like they wear their neckties, for show.

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?