I'm not only my spirit buy my body, and who can decide how much I, my individual self, am conditioned by the accident of my body? Would Byron have been Byron but for his club foot, or Dostoyevsky Dostoyevsky without his epilepsy?

When you have loved as she has loved, you grow old beautifully.

I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp.

The value of culture is its effect on character. It avails nothing unless it ennobles and strengthens that. Its use is for life. Its aim is not beauty but goodness.

Have common sense and stick to the point.

For the complete life, the perfect pattern includes old age as well as youth and maturity.

Common-sense appears to be only another name for the thoughtlessness of the unthinking. It is made of the prejudices of childhood, the idiosyncrasies of individual character and the opinion of the newspapers.