Literature exists so that where one man has lived finely ten thousand may afterward live finely

Which of us is not saying to himself which of us has not been saying to himself all his life: " I shall alter that when I have a little more time"? We never shall have any more time. We have, and we have always had, all the time there is.

A cause may be inconvenient, but it's magnificent. It's like champagne or high heels, and one must be prepared to suffer for it.

Well, my deliberate opinion is - it's a jolly strange world.

There is no magic method of beginning... Take hold of your nerves, and jump.

Essential characteristic of the really great novelist: a Christ-like, all-embracing compassion.

The pleasure of doing a thing in the same way at the same time every day, and savoring it, should be noted.