I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.

If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run

. . . life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t'other from which . . .

Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.

'A friend,' he repeated, sentimental suddenly. 'Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can't really happen outside sleep.'

It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.

The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.