The share of the sympathetic publisher in the author's success - the true success so different from the ephemeral - is apt to be overlooked in these blatant days, so it is just as well that some of us should keep it in mind.

Apart from letters, it is the vulgar custom of the moment to deride the thinkers of the Victorian and Edwardian eras; yet there has not been, in all history, another agewhen so much sheer mental energy was directed toward creating a fairer social order.

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

The pathos of life is worse than the tragedy.

Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.

there are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for.

Conscience represents a fetich to which good people sacrifice their own happiness, bad people their neighbors'.