At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it afterwards.

Expansion, that is the idea the novelist must cling to, not completion, not rounding off, but opening out.

How do I know what I have to say wntil I see what I have said?

He had known so much about her once -what she thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most.

I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.

By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.

I only wish the poets would say this too: love is of the body; not the body, but of the the body. Ah! the misery that would be saved if we confessed that! Ah! for a little directness to liberate the soul!