One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it.

Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable.

Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.

But in general, for the purposes of most novelists, the number of objects genuinely necessary for. . .describing a scene will be found to be very small.

There is no doubt that sorrow brings one down in the world. The aristocratic privilege of silence belongs, you soon find out, to only the happy state- or, at least, to the state when pain keeps within bounds.

What's the matter with this country is the matter with the lot of us individually - our sense of personality is a sense of outrage.

Convention was our safeguard: could one have stronger?