Writing Is Not Primarily Escape, But Use.

He Is Outside Of Everything, And Alien Everywhere. He Is An Aesthetic Solitary. His Beautiful, Light Imagination Is The Wing That On The Autumn Evening Just Brushes The Dusky Window.

What Is Character But The Determination Of Incident? What Is Incident But The Illustration Of Character?

Art Derives A Considerable Part Of Its Beneficial Exercise From Flying In The Face Of Presumptions.

She Was A Woman Who, Between Courses, Could Be Graceful With Her Elbows On The Table.

It Was The Way The Autumn Day Looked Into The High Windows As It Waned; The Way The Red Light, Breaking At The Close From Under A Low Sombre Sky, Reached Out In A Long Shaft And Played Over Old Wainscots, Old Tapestry, Old Gold, Old Colour.