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

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

The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.

Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we're still no nearer to understanding one another.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

This element of surprise or mystery the detective element as it is sometimes rather emptily called is of great importance in a plot.

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