I know that you're selfish, selfish beyond words, and I know that you haven't the nerve of a rabbit, I know you're a liar and a humbug, I know that you're utterly contemptible. And the tragic part is'--her face was on a sudden distraught with pain--'the tragic part is that notwithstanding I love you with all my heart.

The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.

If you want to eat well in England, eat three breakfasts.

Loving-kindness is the better part of goodness. It lends grace to the sterner qualities of which this consists.

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

The artist produces for the liberation of his soul. It is his nature to create as it is the nature of water to run down the hill.

She [Sadie Thompson] gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer. "You men! You filthy dirty pigs! You're all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!"