I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

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

The human soul needs actual beauty even more than bread.

I am convinced that the air we normally breathe is a kind of water, and men and women are a species of fish.

One realm we have never conquered: the pure present.

Any novel of importance has a purpose. If only the "purpose" be large enough, and not at outs with the passional inspiration.

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.