I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together

The way to write well is to live intensely.

What a comfort is friendship in this world.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

It is from the middle class that writers spring, because, it is in the middle class only that the practice of writing is as natural and habitual as hoeing a field or building a house.

The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.