The day broke grey and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child's bed.

If it is necessary sometimes to lie to others, it is always despicable to lie to oneself.

There are few things so pleasant as a picnic eaten in perfect comfort.

When you're eighteen your emotions are violent, but they're not durable.

People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.

The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.

A good story is obviously a difficult thing to invent, but its difficulty is a poor reason for despising it.