A ruling passion gives to a shelf of novels the unity of a system.

All good novelists have bad memories.

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.

With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though You existed.