When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.

I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth, for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant.

Novel writing wrecks homes.

Novel writing is far and away the most exhausting work I know.

When I die there may be a paragraph or two in the newspapers. My name will linger in the British Museum Reading Room catalogue for a space at the head of a long list of books for which no one will ever ask.

I formed a resolution to never write a word I did not want to write; to think only of my own tastes and ideals, without a thought of those of editors or publishers.

I did not ask for objections, but for comments, or helpful suggestions. I looked for more loyalty from you, Captain Hornblower.' That made the whole argument pointless. If Leighton only wanted servile agreement there was no sense in continuing.