Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.

Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

I enjoy feeling fastidious and aloof. I enjoy saying no, always no, and I should be afraid of any attempt to construct a finally habitable world, because I should merely have to say - Yes; and act like other people.

Never have I thought that I was the happy possessor of a "talent;" my sole concern has been to save myself by work and faith.

If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.