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.

She had always been fond of history, and here [in Rome] was history in the stones of the street and the atoms of the sunshine.

I am blackly bored when they are at large and at work; but somehow I am still more blackly bored when they are shut up in Holloway and we are deprived of them.

We work in the dark -- we do what we can -- we give what we have.

Live all you can; it's a mistake not to.

The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher.

One doesn't defend one's god: one's god is in himself a defense.