In this world without quiet corners, there can be no easy escapes from history, from hullabaloo, from terrible, unquiet fuss.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
No one escapes from the past without bearing some of its burdens.
Without the meditative background that is criticism, works become isolated gestures, historical accidents, soon forgotten.
The impossible talked of is less impossible from the moment words are laid to it.
Once you get into this great stream of history, you can't get out.
Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.
History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.
People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.
Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.