It is not for us to hold ourselves above the position of grateful people. We have to be able to accept. Anything else shows an unwillingness to grant someone else the superior place.

We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life.

There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

Real charity and real ability never to condemn-the one real virtue-is so often the result of a waking experience that gives a glimpse of what lies beneath things.

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

The plot is not very important to me, though a novel must have one, of course. It's just a line to hang the washing on.

When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though they were the people most concerned!