But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

The art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea.

Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

Indeed, I thought, slipping the silver into my purse, it is remarkable, remembering the bitterness of those days, what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about.

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.