A writer is a world trapped in a person.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
People generally will soon understand that writers should be judged, not according to rules and species, which are contrary to nature and art, but according to the immutable principles of the art of composition, and the special laws of their individual temperaments.
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men
Too much improvisation leaves the mind stupidly void.
These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.