Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting--both for us and for her.

It is the function of the novelist to reveal the hidden life at its source: to tell us more about Queen Victoria than could be known, and thus to produce a character who is not the Queen Victoria of history.

Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its highest. Live in fragments no longer

I do not believe in Belief.

When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.

Some leave our life with tears, others with an insane frigidity; Mrs. Wilcox had taken the middle course, which only rarer natures can pursue. She had kept proportion. She had told a little of her grim secret to her friends, but not too much; she had shut up her heart--almost, but not entirely. It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave.