But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.

“What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction tha…”

“Such are the visions which ceaselessly float up, pace beside, put their faces i…”

“Virginia Woolf (January 25, 1882 – March 28, 1941) was an English novelist and …”

“What is more irritating than to see one’s subject, on whom one has lavished so …”