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

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

It is not that the Englishman can't feel-it is that he is afraid to feel. He has been taught at his public school that feeling is bad form. He must not express great joy or sorrow, or even open his mouth too wide when he talks-his pipe might fall out if he did.

How few writers can prostitute all their powers!

She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.

Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?

I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.