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

[Ulysses is] the work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.

There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.

This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

to teach without zest is a crime.