The most striking fault in work by young or beginning novelists, submitted for criticism, is irrelevance--due either to infatuation or indecision. To direct such an author's attention to the imperative of relevance is certainly the most useful--and possibly the only--help that can be given.

We are minor in everything but our passions.

What I have found is, anything one keeps hidden should now and then be hidden somewhere else.

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

Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.

She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent. Her eyes were grey; her trick of narrowing them made her seem to reflect, the greater part of the time, in the dusk of her second thoughts. With that mood, that touch of arriere pensee, went an uncertain, speaking set of lips.

I do like Italian graves; they look so much more lived in.