She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.

Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving towards the watcher on the shore.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.

The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.