The Non-Conformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.
A quiet city is a contradiction in terms. It is a thing uncanny, spectral.
It is easier to confess a defect than to claim a quality.
The critic who justly admires all kinds of things simultaneously cannot love any one of them.
A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her.
Zuleika, on a desert island, would have spent most of her time in looking for a man's footprint.