It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the...

A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even on solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.

There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree

There are no signposts in the sea.

I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.

Among the many problems which beset the novelist, not the least weighty is the choice of the moment at which to begin his novel.

Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,When I have no engagements written on my block,When no one comes to disturb my inward peace,When no one comes to take me away from myselfAnd turn me...

Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

And still the strange meaningless conversations continue, and I wonder more and more at the fabric which nets the world together, so that anything which I do finally incubate out of my system into words...

I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong.

She walks in the loveliness she made, Between the apple-blossom and the water–She walks among the patterned pied brocade,Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves…

Women, like men, ought to have their youth so glutted with freedom they hate the very idea of freedom.

Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than the travel bore. We do not in the least want to hear what he has seen in Hong-Kong.

Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.

The writer catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.