Human beings have their great chance in the novel.

Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form.

Think before you speak is criticism's motto; speak before you think, creation's.

It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has escaped us, and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but translate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions. Perhaps he cannot; certainly he does not, or does so very seldom.

Human beings have their great chance in the novel.

Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!