Let it be fact, one feels, or let it be fiction; the imagination will not serve under two masters simultaneously.

to teach without zest is a crime.

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes

Well, we must wait for the future to show.

Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.

To survive, each sentence must have, at its heart, a little spark of fire, and this, whatever the risk, the novelist must pluck with his own hands from the blaze.

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.