I am finding it very hard to get my novel started. I suffer from stylistic abscesses; and sentences keep itching without coming to a head.
He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides
A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man.
Women want you to deceive them: they force you to, and if you resist, they blame you.
For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her petticoat.
Noble characters and pure affections and happy scenes are very comforting things. They're a refuge from life's disillusionments.