I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.

To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

Morality in the novel is the trembling instability of the balance. When the novelist puts his thumb in the scale, to pull down the balance to his own predilection, that is immorality.