Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes o…

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each o…