How few writers can prostitute all their powers!

Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.

You want to love everyone equally, and that's worse than impossible--it's wrong.

For you cannot have gentility without paying for it.

The novelist, unlike many of his colleagues, makes up a number of word-masses roughly describing himself (roughly: niceties shallcome later), gives them names and sex, assigns them plausible gestures, and causes them to speak by the use of inverted commas, and perhaps to behave consistently.

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

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