At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.

So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.

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.

Twice Flush had done his utmost to kill his enemy; twice he had failed. And why had he failed, he asked himself? Because he loved Miss Barrett. Looking up at her from under his eyebrows as she lay, severe and silent on the sofa, he knew that he must love her for ever. Things are not simple but complex. If he bit Mr. Browning he bit her too. Hatred is not hatred; hatred is also love.

He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.

Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.

Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do.