... freshness trembles beneath the surface of Everyday, a joy perpetual to all who catch its opal lights beneath the dust of habit.

I feel like a divorced wife once my book is published and has left me, and hate to be brought back into intimate contact!

This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended.

It is not badness, it is the absence of goodness, which, in Art as in Life, is so depressing.

The portion we see of human beings is very small: their formats and faces, voices and words.... beyond these, like an immense dark continent, lies all that has made them.

There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do.

I do dislike people with Moral Aims. Everyone asks me why I learn Arabic, and when I say I just like it, they looked shocked and incredulous.