Nothing, except the weather report or a general maxim of conduct, is so unsafe to rely upon as a theory of fiction.
Some women enjoy unhappy love affairs, you know, though I have always felt that they are greatly overrated.
... the life of the mind is reality, and love without romantic illumination is a spiritless matter.
O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!
The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.
What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being.
I have written chiefly because, though I have often dreaded the necessity, I have found it more painful, in the end, not to write.
Yes, I learned long ago that the only satisfaction of authorship lies in finding the very few who understand what we mean. As for outside rewards, there is not one that I have ever discovered.
In the past few years, I have made a thrilling discovery ... that until one is over sixty, one can never really learn the secret of living. One can then begin to live, not simply with the intense part of oneself, but with one's entire being.
Spring, which germinated in the earth, moved also with a strange restlessness, in the hearts of... women. As the weeks passed, inextinguishable hope, which mounts with the rising sap, looked from their faces.
... in the nineteen-thirties ... the most casual reader of murder mysteries could infallibly detect the villain, as soon as there entered a character who had recently washed his neck and did not commit mayhem on the English language.
I hated the things they believe in, the things they so innocently and charmingly pretended. I hated the sanctimonious piety that let people hurt helpless creatures. I hated the prayers and the hymns - the fountains and the red images that coloured their drab music, the fountains filled with blood, the sacrifice of the lamb.
The age is a vociferous one, and no prophet is without honor who is able to strike an attitude and to speak loud enough to make himself heard.
There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins.
Spring was running in a thin green flame over the valley.
Dignity is an anachronism.
It is difficult to deal successfully, he decided, with a woman whose feelings cannot be hurt.
To mourn was distressing, but to endeavor to mourn and fail was worse than distress.
First, I was an idealist (that was early - fools are born, not made, you know); next I was a realist; now I am a pessimist, and, by Jove! if things get much worse I'll become a humorist.
the great novels have marched with the years. They are the contemporaries of time.
Pessimism is the affectation of youth, the reality of age.
There is no monster more destructive than the inventive mind that has outstripped philosophy.
I never saw the man yet that came out of politics as clean as he went into 'em.
you can't fit the same religion to every man any mo' than you can the same pair of breeches. The big man takes the big breeches an' the little man takes the small ones, an' it's jest the same with religion. It may be cut after one pattern, but it's might apt to get its shape from the wearer inside. Why, thar ain't any text so peaceable that it ain't drawn blood from somebody.
a self-made martyr is a poor thing.
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