We belong to the race that knows Joseph
Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth
All things great are wound up with all things little.
There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.
She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.
I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.