Surely the novel should be a form of art - but art was not enough. It must contain not only the perfection of art, but the imperfection of nature.

I'm not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.

There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.

What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.

Cruelty, I truly believe, is the one and only sin.

the great novels have marched with the years. They are the contemporaries of time.

Theories have nothing to do with life.