To pursue truth with such astonishing lack of consideration for other people's feelings, to rend the thin veils of civilisation so wantonly, so brutally, was to her so horrible an outrage of human decency that, without replying, dazed and blinded, she bend her head as if to let her pelt f jagged hail, the drench of dirty water, bespatter her unrebuked.

His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they held dreams or realities...and in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life.

I [who] am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire.

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

As a woman, I have no country

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.