Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied.

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.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.