Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.

Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.

Methinks the human method of expression by sound of tongue is very elementary, and ought to be substituted for some ingenious invention which should be able to give vent to at least six coherent sentences at once.

Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

The art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea.

You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.

I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else.