Each book is, in a sense, an argument with myself, and I would write it, whether it is ever published or not.

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.

Every man is his own law court and punishes himself enough.

And no book, and possibly no painting, when it is finished, is ever exactly like the first dream of it.

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.