Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.

Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.

One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

Growing old is an emotion which comes over us at almost any age; I had it myself between the ages of 25 and 30.

A work of art is never finished. It is merely abandoned.

At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, and the whole universe was a hill.

Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.