A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.

The weakness of modern tragedy[is that] transgression against the social code is made to bring destruction, as though the social code worked our irrevocable fate.

If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.

We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realise any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and deeper and get a more profound experience every time.

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.