Women's hearts are like old china, none the worse for a break or two.
A state of reverie does not avoid reality, it accedes to reality.
There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself, it crept up the mountain side and slipped down to the depth of the valley.
It is unsafe to take your reader for more of a fool than he is.
One cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one's soul.