Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.

Old age is a disease from which there is no recovery but the old nun's recent attack had certainly been brought on chiefly by the fatigue of so much travelling.

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.

Though the body moves, the soul may stay behind.

It is in general the unexplored that attracts us.