On the Place she met Lestivoudois on his way back, for, in order not to shorten his day's labour, he preferred interrupting his work, then beginning it again, so that he rang the Angelus to suit his own convenience. Besides, the ringing over a little earlier warned the lads of catechism hour.
Oh, why, dear God, did I marry him?
I'm dazzled by your facility. In ten days you'll have written six stories! I don't understand it… I'm like one of those old aqueducts: there's so much rubbish cogging up the banks of my thought that it flows slowly, and only spills from the end of my pen drop by drop.
Human life is a sad show, undoubtedly; ugly, heavy and complex. Art has no other end, for people of feeling than to conjure away the burden and bitterness.
The future is the worst thing about the present.
It seemed to her that certain parts of the world must produce happiness as they produced peculiar plants which will flourish nowhere else.