My writing has gone to bits - like my character. I am simply a self-conscious nerve in pain.

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

The world is divided into two classes, those who believe the incredible, and those who do the improbable.

A live unexamined isn't worth living. I will add, "A life unlived isn't worth examining.

The real weakness of England lies, not in incomplete armaments or unfortified coasts, not in the poverty that creeps through sunless lanes, or the drunkenness that brawls in loathsome courts, but simply in the fact that her ideals are emotional and not intellectual.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.