I do not understand the world, but I watch it's progress..

A novel is really like a symphony where instrument after instrument has to come in at its own time, and no other..

. . . all that she had had, and all that she had missed, were lost together, and were twice lost in this landslide of remembered losses..

Death always leaves one singer to mourn..

It's a man's world, and you men can have it..

The thing is not to follow a pattern. Follow your own pattern of feeling and thought. The thing is to accept your own life and not try to live someon….

we do know now, all of us, that the most appalling cruelties are committed by apparently virtuous governments in expectation of a great good to come,….

One of the marks of a gift is to have the courage of it..

I'm not afraid of life and I'm not afraid of death: Dying's the bore..

Freedom, remember, is not the same as liberty..

I am in Paris. Yes ma'am , I made it back. I came up from Berlin, stopped here ten days, fought a losing battle against my deepest inclinations, pull….

Love is purely a creation of the human imagination, it is merely perhaps the most important of all the examples of how the imagination continually ou….

I was right not to be afraid of any thief but myself, who will end by leaving me nothing..

Untrained minds have always been a nuisance to the military police of orthodoxy. God-intoxicated mystics and untidy saints with only a white blaze of….

There are so many things that we are capable of, that we could be or do. The potentialities are so great that we never, any of us, are more than one-….

Grant that the idea of God is the most splendid single act of the creative human imagination, and that all his multiple faces and attributes correspo….

It is my firm belief that all our lives we are preparing to be somebody or something, even if we don't do it consciously. And the time comes one morn….

They had both noticed that a life of dissipation sometimes gave to a face the look of gaunt suffering spirituality that a life of asceticism was supp….

Religion put claws on Aunt Sally and gave her a post to whet them on..

Death is loneliness in its purest form..

Life comes first, an art not rooted in human experience is not worth a damn, but different kinds of minds have different kinds of experience, and all….