After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of the front parlour

for my own purpose, I defined the art of fiction as experience illuminated.

He knows so little and knows it so fluently.

Youth is the season of tragedy and despair. Youth is the time when one's whole life is entangled in a web of identity, in a perpetual maze of seeking and of finding, of passion and of disillusion, of vague longings and of nameless griefs, of pity that is a blade in the heart, and of 'all the little emptiness of love.

women love with their imagination and men with their senses.

That was the worst of being poor, you couldn't give the right things in sickness.

All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.