Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

To live in the world of creation-to get into it and stay in it-to frequent it and haunt it...to think intently and fruitfully, to woo combinations and inspirations into being by a depth and continuity of attention and meditation-this is the only thing.

Make the short story tremendously succinct - with a very short pulse or rhythm - and the closest selection of detail - in other words summarise intensely and deeply and keep down the lateral development. It should be a little gem of bright, quick, vivid form

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.

do you think it is better to be clever than to be good?” “Good for what?” asked the Doctor. “You are good for nothing unless you are clever.

A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

That accurst autobiographic form which puts a premium on the loose, the improvised, the cheap, and the easy.