A novel is never anything but a philosophy expressed in images. And in a good novel the philosophy has disappeared into the images.

“On some evenings it would sadden Jacques to look at them (workers). Until then …”

“We call love what binds us to certain creatures only by reference to a collecti…”

“The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. …”

“There are accidents that last the whole life.”