Occupation: Novelist Birth: June 5, 1884 Death: August 27, 1969
Magnifying a matter is not the way to mend it..
Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life..
I wonder the human race has been so fond of migrations, when the young take so hardly to traveling..
When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though t….
I am ill at ease with people whose lives are an open book..
As regards plots I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots..
charm should be on the surface. It has no hidden use..
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….
A plot is like the bones of a person, not interesting like expression, or signs of experience, but the support of the whole..
I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?.
There isn't much to say. I haven't been at all deedy..
We can build upon foundations anywhere if they are well and firmly laid..
It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement..
Parents have too little respect for their children, just as the children have too much for the parents..
To young people the future is still long..
I never agree with the compliments paid to it. It is not a great healer. It is an indifferent and perfunctory one. Sometimes it does not heal at all.….