Life Is A Succession Of Readjustments.

Art, At Any Rate In A Novel, Must Be Indissolubly Linked With Craft.

Who Is Ever Adequate? We All Create Situations Each Other Can't Live Up To, Then Break Our Hearts At Them Because They Don't.

Habit Is Not Mere Subjugation, It Is A Tender Tie; When One Remembers Habit It Seems To Have Been Happiness.

Chance Is Better Than Choice; It Is More Lordly. Chance Is God, Choice Is Man.

Each Of Us Keeps, Battened Down Inside Himself, A Sort Of Lunatic Giant; Impossible Socially, But Full Scale; And It's The Knockings And Battering We Sometimes Hear In Each Other That Keep Our Banter From Utter Banality.