Life May Take Away Happiness.

And Where Was Happiness If It Sprung Not From The Soil? Where Contentment If It Dwelt Not Near To Nature?

Some Women Enjoy Unhappy Love Affairs, You Know, Though I Have Always Felt That They Are Greatly Overrated.

He Knows So Little And Knows It So Fluently.

For My Own Purpose, I Defined The Art Of Fiction As Experience Illuminated.

My First Reading Of Tolstoy Affected Me As A Revelation From Heaven, As The Trumpet Of The Judgment. What He Made Me Feel Was Notthe Desire To Imitate, But The Conviction That Imitation Was Futile.