From two ears that had grown side by side, the grains of one shot up joyfully into the light, projecting themselves into the future, and the grains from the other lay still in the earth and rotted; and nobody knew why.

William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.

Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.

How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.