Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

But There Is, I Have Learned, No Permanent Escape From The Past. It May Be An Unrecognized Law Of Our Nature That We Should Be Drawn Back, Inevitably, To The Place Where We Have Suffered Most.

What A Man Marries For's Hard To Tell ... An' What A Woman Marries For's Past Findin' Out.

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.