There is much good luck in the world, but it is luck. We are none of us safe. We are children, playing or quarrelling on the line.
There are occasions when I would rather feel like a fly than a spider.
The so called white races are really pinko-grey.
She loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.
A novel must give a sense of permanence as well as a sense of life.
Hardship is vanishing, but so is style, and the two are more closely connected than the present generation supposes.