Women ought to be free - as free as we are,' he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.

He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.

Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.

I despair of the Republic! Such dreariness, such whining sallow women, such utter absence of the amenities, such crass food, crass manners, crass landscape!! What a horror it is for a whole nation to be developing without the sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.