Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words.

I like to have space to spread my mind out in.

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.

But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.

Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room and through the waves came the voices of birds singing.

Women alone stir my imagination.

... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.