there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine.

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.

She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.

They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.

..but it seemed to him that the tie between husband and wife, if breakable in prosperity, should be indissoluble in misfortune.