She walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.

nothing is more restful than conformity.

Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable. If you and I were capable of being altogether house-trained and made jolly, we should be nicer people, but not writers.

Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

We are minor in everything but our passions.

We have really no absent friends.