The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher.

I ought to tell you that I'm probably your cousin.

Her chief dread in life, at this period of her development, was that she would appear narrow minded; what she feared next afterwards was that she should be so.

I recall my fleeting instants in Savannah as the taste of a cup charged to the brim.

However British you may be, I am more British still.

I have in my own fashion learned the lesson that life is effort, unremittingly repeated.

To believe in a child is to believe in the Future.