How few writers can prostitute all their powers!

It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.

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

But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room.

Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful?

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious, and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach. He mixes this thing with his normal experiences and out of the mixture he makes a work of art.