In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.

We all belong to the nasty stinking little human race, & of course it is not nice for God's beloved vermin to scoff at each other... Oh, we are a nasty little lot-& to think there are people who would like to save us & continue us. It won't happen if I have any influence.

Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed down-stairs one step at a time.

What do we call love, hate, charity, revenge, humanity, forgiveness? Different results of the master impulse, the necessity of securing one's self-approval.

I found out that I was a Christian for revenue only and I could not bear the thought of that, it was so ignoble.

I should be sorry to think it was the publishers themselves they got up this entire little flutter to enable them to unload a book that was taking too much room in their cellars, but you can never tell what a publisher will do. I have been one myself.

Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.