A man who pretends to understand women is bad manners. For him to really to understand them is bad morals.

You wanted to look at life for yourself - but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional.

It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life.

Make him [the reader] think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications.

Art requires, above all things, a suppression of self, a subordination of one's self to an idea.

It is indeed immensely picturesque. I can fancy sitting all a summer's day watching its shadows shorten and lengthen again, and drawing a delicious contrast between the world's duration and the feeble span of individual experience. There is something in Stonehenge almost reassuring; and if you are disposed to feel that life is rather a superficial matter, and that we soon get to the bottom of things, the immemorial gray pillars may serve to remind you of the enormous background of time.

And remember this, that if you've been hated, you've also been loved.