The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alivewith chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names.

Action is character.

She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.

The only way to increase it is to cultivate your own garden. And the only thing that will help you is poetry, which is the most concentrated form of style.... I don't care how clever the other professor is, one can't raise a discussion of modern prose to anything above tea-table level.

Don't forget who you are and where you come from.

She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.