Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.
True goodness is an inward grace, not an outward necessity.
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
No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not someday be antiquated.
For me, the novel is experience illumined by imagination.
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.