If people only knew what lies at the heart of my novels! What a tumult of desires these carefully written pages conceal! I sometimes have a loathing for the furious cravings that give me no peace except when I am working.

Anti-clericalism and non-belief, have their bigots just as orthodoxy does.

Let us hope that good authors who are bad Christians will find salvation through the books they write.

Perhaps the greatest consolation of the oppressed is to consider themselves superior to their tyrants.

Yesterday, happiness came in suddenly, as it used to, and remained for a moment in the great, dark, silent drawing room.

Thought flies and words go on foot.

The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed.