A good rule for writers: do not explain overmuch.

I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don't.

and he loved her suddenly because she loved him.

You're beginning to dislike me, aren't you? Well, dislike me. It doesn't make any difference to me now.

Things were easier for the old novelists who saw people all of a piece. Speaking generally, their heroes were good through and through, their villains wholly bad.

Great writers create; writers of smaller gifts copy

She could not admit but that he had remarkable qualities, sometimes she thought that there was even in him a strange and unattractive greatness; it was curious then that she could not love him, but loved still a man whose worthlessness was now so clear to her.