Pride, avarice, and envy are in every home.

There's nothing like mixing with women to bring out all the foolishness in a man of sense.

Every writer is necessarily a critic - that is, each sentence is a skeleton accompanied by enormous activity of rejection; and each selection is governed by general principles concerning truth, force, beauty, and so on. The critic that is in every fabulist is like the iceberg - nine-tenths of him is under water.

He regarded love as a sort of cruel malady through which the elect are required to pass in their late youth and from which they emerge, pale and wrung, but ready for the business of living.

Comparisons of one's lot with others' teaches us nothing and enfeebles the will.

But such occasions of excellence became less and less frequent. As her technique became sounder, [her] sincerity became less necessary.

Man is not an end but a beginning. We are at the beginning of the second week. We are children of the eighth day