Criticism talks a good deal of nonsense, but even its nonsense is a useful force. It keeps the question of art before the world, insists upon its importance.

Experience was to be taken as showing that one might get a five-pound note as one got a light for a cigarette; but one had to check the friendly impulse to ask for it in the same way.

She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.

Deep experience is never peaceful.

To kill a human being is, after all, the least injury you can do him.

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

She had her own way of doing all that she did, and this is the simplest description of a character which, although by no means without liberal motions, rarely succeeded in giving an impression of suavity.