When a literary person's exhaustive work is over, the last thing he wishes to do is to talk books.

Why will parents use that expression? What right have you to have a favorite child?

I hate the word proper. If you tell me a thing is not proper, I immediately feel the most rabid desire to go 'neck and heels' into it.

How strong sometimes is weakness!

There are so many ready to write (poor fools!) for the honor and glory of the thing, and there are so many ready to take advantage of this fact, and withhold from needy talent the moral right to a deserved remuneration.

What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.

I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues.