Nobody, not even the old, not even the despairing, wished to come to an end in time or in eternity.

I had no place in any coterie, or in any reciprocal self-advertising. I stood alone. I stood outside. I wanted only to learn. I wanted only to write better.

It is difficult to deal successfully, he decided, with a woman whose feelings cannot be hurt.

Cruelty is the only sin.

Given two tempers and the time, the ordinary marriage produces anarchy.

But youth isn't happy. Youth is sadder than age.

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