It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance, and I know of no substitute for the force and beauty of it's process.
Live all you can: it's a mistake not to. It doesn't matter what you do in particular, so long as you have had your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had?
I am so alone, even though the world is thronged with people. But that does not matter at all; I am used to it and am very peaceful.
We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.
For life is only good for it renders to the soul a great adventure, and love is the true cause that gives this adventure its full significance.
Life is, in fact, a battle. Evil is insolent and strong; beauty enchanting but rare; goodness very apt to be weak; folly very apt to be defiant; wickedness to carry the day; imbeciles to be in great places, people of sense in small, and mankind generally
We can only escape the bloody and benighted past by exploring it to the utmost of our ability, trying to understand and correct its mistakes, improving on its achievements, and transcending its limitations.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
A man who pretends to understand women is ad manners, for to him it is necessary, and with them it is possible.
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
Don't mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.
What is character but the determination of incident? What is incident but the illustration of character?
The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implications of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern, the condition of man by the condition of his affections, to tell the past by the manner of the present, to conjecture the unseen thi
People talk about the conscience, but it is an unknown quantity, like hydrogen or mind. A man has something within him that claims to regulate his conduct, but no man knows what it is, nor can he say what it is.
It is a good rule never to see or talk to the author of a book one admires; it is disappointing if he is not what one expects, and it is worse if he is.
There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.
Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
The only obligation to which in advance we may hold a novel, without incurring the accusation of being arbitrary, is that it be interesting.
Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.
Summer afternoon-summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.