The young are so much more vulnerable than the old - the stuff is still warm and malleable, it takes impressions.

Truth is the only good and the purest pity. ... Men lie for profit or for pity. All lies turn to poison, but a lie that is told for pity or shame breeds such a host of ills that no power on earth can compass their redemption.

The critic's hankering to be law-giver rather than servant of literature is irrepressible.

As often as not our whole self...engages itself in the most trivial of things, the shape of a particular hill, a road in the town in which we lived as children, the movement of wind in grass. The things we shall take with us when we die will nearly all be small things.

I am persuaded that not a novel in ten thousand is of any use to a child to fit him for life. The most are of use only to unfit him -- to blunt his senses and infect him with the writers' poor silly sentiments. Nine out of ten novelists deserve to be prosecuted under an Adulterated Emotions Act.

The young are so much more vulnerable than the old - the stuff is still warm and malleable, it takes impressions.

No one asks public men to be strictly moral, but they must seem to be well-behaved.