To say that she had a book is to say that her solitude did not press upon her; for her love of knowledge had a fertilizing quality and her imagination was strong. There was at this time, however, a want of lightness in her situation, which the arrival of an unexpected visitor did much to dispel.

Writing is not primarily escape, but use.

If you haven't had your life what have you had?

If one is strong, one loves the more strongly.

Which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?

It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.

I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.