But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?

Wariness had driven away poetry; from hesitating to feel came the moment when you no longer could.

One can suffer a convulsion of one's entire nature, and, unless it makes some noise, no one notices. It's not just that we are incurious; we completely lack any sense of each other's existences.

... artists were intended to be an ornament to society. As a society in themselves they are unthinkable.

rudeness to Mrs. Dosely was like dropping a pat of butter on to a hot plate - it slid and melted away.

... it appears to me that problems, inherent in any writing, loom unduly large when one looks ahead. Though nothing is easy, little is quite impossible.

No one of the characters in my novels has originated, so far as I know, in real life. If anything, the contrary was the case: persons playing a part in my life--the first twenty years of it--had about them something semi-fictitious.