Writing is above all a question of instinct.

Books do furnish a room.

Few persons who have ever sat for a portrait can have felt anything but inferior while the process is going on.

Self-pity is essentially humorless, devoid of that lightness of touch which gives understanding of life.

Writing is above all a question of instinct.

Dinner at the Huntercombes' possessed only two dramatic features - the wine was a farce and the food a tragedy.

Literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity.