The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

Freedom does not guarantee masterpieces.

Charm, in most men and nearly all women, is a decoration.

People in a novel can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist wishes; their inner as well as their outer life can be exposed.

There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else.