The subjunctive mood is in its death throes, and the best thing to do is to put it out of its misery as soon as possible.

I knew that suffering did not enoble; it degraded. It made men selfish, petty and suspicious. It absorbed them in small things...it made them less than men; and I wrote ferociously that we learn resignation not by our own suffering, but by the suffering of others.

If you don't change your beliefs, your life will be like this forever. Is that good news?

It is not difficult to be unconventional in the eyes of the world when your unconventionality is but the convention of your set.

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.

Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.

To write simply is as difficult as to be good.