This element of surprise or mystery the detective element as it is sometimes rather emptily called is of great importance in a plot.

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.

But why I cry out against Rubens is because he painted undressed people instead of naked ones.

Without form, the sensitiveness vanishes.

Do you suppose there's any difference between spring in nature and spring in man? But there we go, praising the one and condemning the other as improper, ashamed that the same laws work eternally through both.

Sudden conversion ... is particularly attractive to the half-baked mind.