The impossible talked of is less impossible from the moment words are laid to it.

For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received.

Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.

Not literature alone, but society itself is wormed and rotten when language ceases to be respected not merely by advertisers and politicians, but by persons of learning and authority.

She did not so much cook as assassinate food.

My mind is not suited to go much into company.

An animal is not cruel; it lives wholly in the instant leap on its prey, in the present taste of marrow or blood. Cruelty begins with the memory, and the pleasures of the memory are impure; they draw their strength along levels where no sun has reached.