They had nothing in common but the English language.
The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.
Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we're still no nearer to understanding one another.
A novel must give a sense of permanence as well as a sense of life.
The more highly public life is organized the lower does its morality sink.
The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.