Literature is no one’s private ground, literature is common ground; let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

Facts must be manipulated; some must be brightened; others shaded; yet, in the process, they must never lose their integrity.

After all, what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.

To sit and contemplate - to remember the faces of women without desire, to be pleased by the great deeds of men without envy, to be everything and everywhere in sympathy and yet content to remain where and what you are.

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.