It was such a lovely day I thought it a pity to get up.

It must be a fault in me that I am not gravely shocked at the sins of others unless they personally affect me.

The novel may stimulate you to think. It may satisfy your aesthetic sense. It may arouse your moral emotions. But if it does not entertain you it is a bad novel.

There is a sort of man who pays no attention to his good actions, but is tormented by his bad ones. This is the type that most often writes about himself.

Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.

The great American novel has not only already been written, it has already been rejected.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.