The unsuccessful bully can always become the father of a family.

My memory is certainly in my hands. I can remember things only if I have a pencil and I can write with it and I can play with it. ... I think your hand concentrates for you. I don't know why it should be so.

The delight we find in art amounts to recognition of a saving grace, to an acknowledgment that the problem of life has a solution implicit in its own nature, though not yet formulated by the intellect.

The Portrait of a Lady is entirely successful in giving one the sense of having met somebody far too radiantly good for this world.

There was too much hatred in the world; it was manifestly as dangerous as gunpowder, yet people let it lie about, in the way of ignition.

I cannot think that espionage can be recommended as a technique for building an impressive civilization. It's a lout's game.

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.