Because it is a thousand pities never to say what one feels, he thought...

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.