“The artist is present in every page of every book from which he sought so assiduously to eliminate himself.”

She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.

Americans will eat garbage provided you sprinkle it liberally with ketchup.

She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

A man who pretends to understand women is bad manners. For him to really to understand them is bad morals.

To believe in a child is to believe in the Future.

She had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities.

You must save what you can of your life; you musn’t lose it all simply because you’ve lost a part.

His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.

Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

One can’t judge till one’s forty; before that we’re too eager, too hard, too cruel, and in addition much too ignorant.

Don’t try so much to form your character – it’s like trying to pull open a tight, tender young rose.

The visible world is but man turned inside out that he may be revealed to himself.

I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of an artistic process.

Live all you can; it’s a mistake not to.

We work in the dark – we do what we can – we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.