The final result of too much routine is death in life.

It is seldom that the imagination is disappointed in the 'ancestral piles' of England.

Men are not amusing during the shooting season; but, after all, my dear, men were not especially designed to amuse women.

I want books written out of a brain and heart and soul crowded and vital with Life, spelled with a big L. I want poetry bursting with passion. I don't care a hang for the 'verbal felicities.' They'll do for the fringe, but I want the garment to warm me first.

power, after it has ceased from troubling, is the dominant passion in human nature.

genius must ever be imperfect. Life is not long enough nor slow enough for both brain and character to grow side by side to superhuman proportions.

If you can't get the very best in this world, take nothing.