One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
I read the book of Job last night, I don’t think God comes out well in it.
If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?
If we help an educated man’s daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? – not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers?
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.
Masterpieces are not single and solitary births they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.
Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.
Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
Really I don’t like human nature unless all candied over with art.