Occupation: Writer Birth: April 15, 1843 Death: February 28, 1916
You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue - to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded ros….
One is oneself a fine consequence..
Try to be one of the people on whom nothing is lost!.
The only obligation to which in advance we may hold a novel, without incurring the accusation of being arbitrary, is that it be interesting..
I am incapable of telling you not to feel. Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to ….
You must save what you can of your life; you musn't lose it all simply because you've lost a part..
A solitary maple on a woodside flames in single scarlet, recalls nothing so much as the daughter of a noble house dressed for a fancy ball, with the ….
Keep making the movements of life..
It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life..
The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription..
Life is a predicament which precedes death..
Experience was to be taken as showing that one might get a five-pound note as one got a light for a cigarette; but one had to check the friendly impu….
The practice of "reviewing"... in general has nothing in common with the art of criticism..
He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn eveni….
All intimacies are based on differences..
Experience is never limited, and it is never complete.
Women never dine alone. When they dine alone they don't dine..
She had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities..
The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implications of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern . . . this cluster of gifts….
It is difficult to speak adequately or justly of London. It is not a pleasant place; it is not agreeable, or cheerful, or easy, or exempt from reproa….
Nothing, of course, will ever take the place of the good old fashion of 'liking' a work of art or not liking it; the more improved criticism will not….