It is fatal for anyone who writes to think of their sex. It is fatal to be a man or a woman pure and simple.

“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea…”

“One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones …”

“Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic a…”

“On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.”