If you have work to do, don't wait to feel like it; set to work and you will feel like it.

To live only to suffer—only to feel the injury of life repeated and enlarged—it seemed to her she was too valuable, too capable, for that. Then she wondered if it were vain and stupid to think so well of herself. When had it even been a guarantee to be valuable? Wasn't all history full of the destruction of precious things? Wasn't it much more probable that if one were fine one would suffer?

Make (the reader) think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications. My values are positively all blanks, save so far as an excited horror, a promoted pity, a created expertness... proceed to read into them more or less fantastic figures.

Most English talk is a quadrille in a sentry-box.

I don't care anything about reasons, but I know what I like.

London is on the whole the most possible form of life.

It's time to start living the life you've imagined.