Art is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life.

In business sharp practice sometimes succeeds, but in art honesty is not only the best but the only policy.

Her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.

There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself, it crept up the mountain side and slipped down to the depth of the valley.

Sherry, the civilized drink.

When she liked anyone it was quite natural for her to go to bed with him. She never thought twice about it. It was not vice; it wasn't lasciviousness; it was her nature. She gave herself as naturally as the sun gives heat or the flowers their perfume. It was a pleasure to her and she liked to give pleasure to others.

You cannot write well or much (and I venture the opinion that you cannot write well unless you write much) unless you form a habit.