Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.

Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it.

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.