There is as much vanity in self-scourgings as in self-justification.

Novelists who treat violence and cruelty as something to be exploited for their effect, or to enjoy the pleasure of an evacuation, are carriers of a singularly unpleasant disease.

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

Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit.

jealousy, the most hideous emotion any human being ever suffers, has nothing to do with the mind. Or not at first.

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

Lord, if there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it. I came home cured of everything except Vienna.