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

It is indeed in many ways more comfortable to belong to that section of society whose action are not publicly canvassed and discussed

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.

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

In few people is discretion stronger than the desire to tell a good story.

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.