Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 31, 1866 Death: February 9, 1941
... Why, it would really be being unselfish to go away and be happy for a little, because we would come back so much nicer..
What a blessing it is to love books..
Keep quiet and say one's prayers-certainly not merely the best, but the only things to do if one would be truly happy; but, ashamed of asking when I ….
I have been much afflicted again lately by visitors . . . and they gave me to understand that if they had had the arranging of the garden it would ha….
Books have their idiosyncrasies as well as people, and will not show me their full beauties unless the place and time in which they are read suits th….
I would recommend to those persons who are inclined to stagnate, whose blood is beginning to thicken sluggishly in their veins, to try keeping four d….
But it is impossible, I find, to tidy books without ending by sitting on the floor in the middle of a great untidiness and reading..
Love isn't decent. Love is glorious and shameless..
It is beautiful, beautiful to give; one of the very most beautiful things in life..
If one believed in angels one would feel that they must love us best when we are asleep and cannot hurt each other; and what a mercy it is that once ….
For I'm afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don't mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away….
The longer I live the greater is my respect for manure in all its forms..
If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another; strike out for yourself; don't listen to the shriek of your relations...do….
Home is the best place when life begins to wobble..
if you have once thoroughly bored somebody it is next to impossible to unbore him..
Guests can be, and often are, delightful, but they should never be allowed to get the upper hand..
[Walking] is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but….
What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns….
And the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever..
There's no safety in love. You risk the whole of life. But the great thing is to risk -to believe, and to risk everything for your belief..
Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can every be lonely..