The true self is not aware that it is a self. A bird, as it sings, sings itself. But not according to a picture. It has no idea of itself.

The novel is a perfect medium for revealing to us the changing rainbow of our living relationships. The novel can help us to live,as nothing else can: no didactic Scripture, anyhow. If the novelist keeps his thumb out of the pan.

So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.

The great home of the soul is the open road.

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.