Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.

We shall hurt others less. Isn't it, after all, what you always wanted?

I can't love you unless I give you up.

I'm afraid I'm an incorrigible life-lover, life-wonderer, and adventurer.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness--too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth.

There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.