What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

It is easy to convince a man who already thinks as you do.

I don't like human nature, but I do like human beings.

... 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.

though pleasure may be purchasable, happiness cannot be bought for a price.

Yes, I learned long ago that the only satisfaction of authorship lies in finding the very few who understand what we mean. As for outside rewards, there is not one that I have ever discovered.

... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.