There is more here than meets the eye.

I have a theory of my own about what the art of the novel is, and how it came into being....It happens because the storyteller's own experience...has moved him to an emotion so passionate that he can no longer keep it shut up in his heart.

Intimacy between stepchildren and stepparents is indeed proverbially difficult.

No penance can your hard heart find save such as you long since have taught me to endure

The memories of long love gather like drifting snow, poignant as the mandarin ducks who float side by side in sleep.

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

One ought not to be unkind to a woman merely on account of her plainness, any more than one had a right to take liberties with her merely because she was handsome