But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.

Snicker on hearing his name: 'the gentleman who thinks we are descended from the apes.'

I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.

Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought!