I don't want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.

You have such strong words at command, that they make the smallest argument seem formidable.

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.

... one's own faults are always a heavy chain to drag through life and one can't help groaning under the weight now and then.

even those who call themselves 'intimate' know very little about each other - hardly ever know just how a sorrow is felt, and hurt each other by their very attempts at sympathy or consolation. We can bear no hand on our bruises.

It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.