If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I don’t admit to being hopeless, though: only the spectacle is a profoundly strange one; and as the current answers don’t do, one has to grope for a new one, and the process of discarding the old, when one is by no means certain what to put in their place, is a sad one.

Above all you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say what your beauty means to you or your plainness, and what is your relation to the ever-changing and turning world.

Talents of the novelist: ... observation of character, analysis of emotion, people's feelings, personal relations.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

What a comfort is friendship in this world.

Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep for ever just as the way they were, demons of wickedness, angels of delight, never to see them grow up into long-legged monsters.

The immense success of our life is, I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.