Occupation: Novelist Birth: June 5, 1884 Death: August 27, 1969
Truth is so impossible. Something has to be done for it..
If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me..
I wonder the human race has been so fond of migrations, when the young take so hardly to traveling..
We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life..
People's weaker side is not necessarily their truer self..
There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other..
A person who can really be called an unselfish person, has no place in life..
I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?.
Real life seems to have no plots..
It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement..
There isn't much to say. I haven't been at all deedy..
We none of us talk to people as we do behind their backs..
I think I feel on the whole that something's there trying to get out ... It's sort of trying to get out and wants help..
Well, Buttermere, this is a day that is good to live and breathe in, that makes a man feel in his prime. Standing here in front of my house, I feel a….
I am ill at ease with people whose lives are an open book..
Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life..
Anyone who picks up a Compton-Burnett finds it very hard not to put it down..
charm should be on the surface. It has no hidden use..
Real charity and real ability never to condemn-the one real virtue-is so often the result of a waking experience that gives a glimpse of what lies be….
Never is a long word..
it is in our minds that we live much of our life..