The great home of the soul is the open road.

I hate the actor and audience business. An author should be in among the crowd, kicking their shins or cheering them on to some mischief or merriment.

But having more freedom she only became more profoundly aware of the big want. She wanted so many things. She wanted to read great, beautiful books, and be rich with them; she wanted to see beautiful things, and have the joy of them for ever; she wanted to know big, free people; and there remained always the want she could put no name to? It was so difficult. There were so many things, so much to meet and surpass. And one never knew where one was going.

Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by the book he is criticising.

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

If it doesn't absorb you, if it isn't any fun, don't do it.