Every Thought Sounds Like A Footfall, Till

Conversation Succeeds Conversation, Until There's Nothing Left To Talk About Except Truth, The Perennial Monologue, And No Talker To Dispute It But Itself.

If What You Write Is True, It Will Not Be So Because Of What You Are As A Writer But Because Of What You Are As A Being. There Can Be No Literary Equivalent To Truth.

Every Woman Must Live By Some Sense Of Victory Over Disappointments, And Olympias Was Not The Sort Of Woman To Find Compensation In Her Own Powers Of Self-control And Endurance.

There Can Be No Literary Equivalent To Truth.

Metaphor Is, As A Common Feature Of Linguistic Practice, An Incidental Expediency, A Homely Administering Of First-aid By Mother-wit To Jams Or Halts In Expression Suddenly Confronting Speakers, With No Respectable Linguistic Solution Immediately In Sight.