This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if I knew what I meant.

Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book on the shelf, this having done with the triumphs of youth, lost herself in the process of living, to find it with a shock of delight, as the sun rose, as the day sank. Many a time had she gone, at Barton when they were all talking, to look at the sky; seen it between peoples shoulders at dinner; seen it in London when she could not sleep. She walked to the window.

In marriage a little licence, a little independence there must be between people living together day in and day out in the same house.

Unless you catch ideas on the wing and nail them down, you will soon cease to have any.

I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.

Life without illusion is a ghostly affair.