Make him [the reader] think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications.

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.

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.

I ought to tell you that I'm probably your cousin.

A man who pretends to understand women is bad manners. For him to really to understand them is bad morals.

I think I don't regret a single 'excess' of my responsive youth - I only regret, in my chilled age, certain occasions and possibilities I didn't embrace.

His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.