Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
Italy was offering her the most priceless of all possessions—her own soul.
It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.
It matter so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides.
I'm afraid that in nine cases out of ten Nature pulls one way and human nature another.
I don't know. I've come to tell you what I did.' Yes, that was the reason of his visit. It was the closing of a book that would never be read again, and better close such a book than leave it lying ab...
Human beings have their great chance in the novel. They say to the novelist: Recreate us if you like, but we must come in, and the novelist’s problem, as we have seen all along, is to give them a good...
He mourned his wife more sincerely because he mourned her seldom.
He has dreams—not exactly spiritual dreams: but dreams of the tangible and the actual: robust dreams, which take him, not to heaven, but another earth.
He had not the knack of surrounding himself with nice people--indeed, for a man of ability and virtue his choice had been singularly unfortunate; he had no guiding principle beyond a certain preferenc...
Happy Charlotte, who, though greatly troubled over things that did not matter, seemed oblivious to things that did...
There are shadows because there are hills.
The Machine stops.""What do you say?""The Machine is stopping, I know it, I know the signs."She burst into a peal of laugher.
Your mistake is this, and it is a very common mistake. This young bounder has a life of his own. What right have you to conclude it is an unsuccessful life, or, as you call it, 'grey'?Because—One minu...
You mean that a Frenchman could share with a friend and yet not go to prison?’ ‘Share? Do you mean unite? If both are of age and avoid public indecency, certainly.’ ‘Will the law ever be that in Engla...
When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conve...
They had started speaking of women and children - that phrase that exempts the male from sanity when it has been repeated a few times. Each felt that all he loved best in the world was at stake, deman...
There stood a young man who had the figure of a Greek athlete and the face of an English one...Just where he began to be beautiful the clothes started.
The melody rose, unprofitably magical. It broke; it was resumed broken, not marching once from the cradle to the grave. The sadness of the incomplete—the sadness that is often Life, but should never b...
The hedge was a half-painted picture which would be finished in a few days.