I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme.

The only reason for the existence of a novel is that it does attempt to represent life.

...and the great advantage of being a literary woman, was that you could go everywhere and do everything.

The fatal futility of Fact.

One of my latest sensations was going to Lady Airlie's to hear Browning read his own poems - with the comport of finding that, at least, if you don't understand them, he himself apparently understands them even less. He read them as if he hated them and would like to bite them to pieces.

It is no wonder he wins every game. He has never done a thing in his life exept play games

In art economy is always beauty.