Disappointment tears the bearable film of life.
When I read a story, I relive the moment from which it sprang. A scene burned itself into me, a building magnetized me, a mood orseason of Nature's penetrated me, history suddenly appeared to me in some tiny act, or a face had begun to haunt me before I glanced at it.
Makes of men date, like makes of car.
very young people are true but not resounding instruments.
Chance is better than choice; it is more lordly. Chance is God, choice is man.
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
every short story is an experiment - what one must ask is not only, did it come off, but was it, as an experiment, worth making?
... artists were intended to be an ornament to society. As a society in themselves they are unthinkable.
nobody ever dies of an indignity.
Wariness had driven away poetry; from hesitating to feel came the moment when you no longer could.
A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.
Intimacies between women go backwards, beginning with revelations and ending up in small talk without loss of esteem.