Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.

it is wiser to be conventionally immoral than unconventionally moral. It isn't the immorality they object to, but the originality.

Theories have nothing to do with life.

idealism, that gaudy coloring matter of passion, fades when it is brought beneath the trenchant white light of knowledge. Ideals, like mountains, are best at a distance.

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie.

... the novel, as a living force, if not as a work of art, owes an incalculable debt to what we call, mistakenly, the new psychology, to Freud, in his earlier interpretations, and more truly, I think, to Jung.

I was always a feminist, for I liked intellectual revolt as much as I disliked physical violence. On the whole, I think women havelost something precious, but have gained, immeasurably, by the passing of the old order.