I am sick of this way of life. The weariness and sadness of old age make it intolerable. I have walked with death in hand, and death's own hand is warmer than my own. I don't wish to live any longer.

The ideas for stories that thronged my brain would not let me rest till I had got rid of them by writing them.

I don't think that women ought to sit down at table with men. It ruins conversation and I'm sure it's very bad for them. It puts ideas in their heads, and women are never at ease with themselves when they have ideas.

She was a fool and he knew it and because he loved her it had made no difference.

The worst of having so much tact was that you never quite knew whether other people were acting naturally or being tactful too. [The human element]

Clearly much that seemed valid seemed so only because he had been taught it from earliest youth.

The future will one day be the present and will seem as unimportant as the present does now.