Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.

Words, Like Acts, Become Stale When They Are Repeated.

O God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!

... The Life Of The Mind Is Reality, And Love Without Romantic Illumination Is A Spiritless Matter.

Passion Alone Could Destroy Passion. All The Thinking In The World Could Not Make So Much As A Dent In Its Surface.

Spring, Which Germinated In The Earth, Moved Also With A Strange Restlessness, In The Hearts Of... Women. As The Weeks Passed, Inextinguishable Hope, Which Mounts With The Rising Sap, Looked From Their Faces.