The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

Realism, in so far as the word means reality to life, is always bad art.

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life.

It may be true of all relationships, not only between fathers and sons, but between men and women. Nothing seems fixed. Everything is always changing. We seem to have very little control over our emotional life.