We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.

What a labour writing is ... making one sentence do the work of a page; that's what I call hard work.

Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.

Disastrous would have been the result if a fire or a death had suddenly demanded something heroic of human nature, but tragedies come in the hungry hours.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.