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.

A plot is like the bones of a person, not interesting like expression, or signs of experience, but the support of the whole.

Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.

As regards plots I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots.

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

I never agree with the compliments paid to it. It is not a great healer. It is an indifferent and perfunctory one. Sometimes it does not heal at all. And sometimes when it seems to, no healing has been necessary.

We can build upon foundations anywhere if they are well and firmly laid.