A thousand things to be written had I time: had I power. A very little writing uses up my capacity for writing.

One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats - and one always secretes too much jelly.

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

Habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.

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

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.