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

She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.

Though there are some disagreeable things in Venice there is nothing so disagreeable as the visitors.

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

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.

His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.

Don't pass it by - the immediate, the real, the ours, the yours, the novelist's that it waits for.