Reverence is fatal to literature.

In the novel we can know people perfectly, and, apart from the general pleasure of reading, we can find here a compensation for their dimness in life.

Letters have to pass two tests before they can be classed as good: they must express the personality both of the writer and of the recipient.

Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!

Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.

I think - I think - I think how little they think what lies so near them.

England still waits for the supreme moment of her literature--for the great poet who shall voice her, or, better still, for the thousand little poets whose voices shall pass into our common talk.