I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

Until the raw ingredients of a pudding make a pudding, I shall never believe that the raw material of sensation and thought can make a work of art without the cook's intervening.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

The turnings of life seldon show a sign-post; or rather, though the sign is always there, it is usually placed some distance back, like the notices that give warning of a bad hill or a level railway-crossing.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.