Literature must be an analysis of experience and a synthesis of the findings into a unity.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

Man is a hating rather than a loving animal.

Olive Schreiner is less a woman than a geographical fact. Just as one thinks of Egypt as a foreground for the Pyramids, so South Africa seems the setting of that warm, attractive, aggressive personality. Her work is far inferior to her.

Getting a divorce is nearly always as cheerful and useful an occupation as breaking valuable china.

There is, of course, no reason for the existence of the male sex except that one sometimes needs help with moving the piano.

I cannot see that art is anything less than a way of making joys perpetual.