He knew that she had been dreaming that night and he knew what her dreams were about. She had forgotten them. He forebode to look at her. It gave him a grim, horrible, and rather...

For men, as a rule, love is but an episode which takes place among the other affairs of the day, and the emphasis laid on it in novels gives it an importance which is untrue...

Then this must be my answer: We know that the attributes of God are infinite and it has always seemed strange to me that men have never given Him credit for common sense. It is...

People ask you for criticism, but they only want praise.

As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.

The writer is more concerned to know than to judge.

Himself an ugly man, insignificantof appearance, he prized very highly comeliness in others.

She had a pretty gift for quotation, which is a serviceable substitute for wit.

Irony is a gift of the gods, the most subtle of all the modes of speech. It is an armour and a weapon; it is a philosophy and a perpetual entertainment; it is food for...

Great writers create; writers of smaller gifts copy

He was always seeking for a meaning in life, and here it seemed to him that a meaning was offered; but it was obscure and vague . . . He saw what looked like the...

The ideal has many names and beauty is but one of them.

Its like reproaching someone who has no ear for music because he’s bored at a symphony concert. Is it fair to blame me because you ascribed to me qualities that I hadn’t got? I never...

Well, you know when people are no good at anything else they become writers.

… self-sacrifice is a passion so overwhelming that beside it even lust and hunger are trifling. It whirls its victim to destruction in the highest affirmation of his personality. The object doesn’t matter; it may...