Beauty does not look with good grace on the timid advances of Humour.
At that bureau a lovesick woman in a crinoline, her hair parted in the middle, may have written a passionate letter to her faithless lover, or a peppery old gentleman in a green frock coat and a stock...
Art is triumphant when it can use convention as an instrument of its own purpose.
Are you sure you can prevent yourself from falling in love one of these days? Such things do happen, you know, even to the most prudent men.'Simon gave him a strange, one might even have thought a hos...
And thinking over the long pilgrimage of his past he accepted it joyfully. He accepted the deformity which had made life so hard for him; he knew that it had warped his character, but now he saw also...
After all, it's not my fault. I can't force myself to believe. If there is a God after all and he punishes me because I honestly don't believe in Him I can't help it.
According to your proclivities, you may take a snow-clad Alpine peak, as it rises to the empyrean in radiant majesty, as symbol of man's aspiration to union with the Infinite; or since, if you like to...
Мъчително е да погледнеш една жена, която си обичал с цялото си сърце дотолкова, че си искал винаги да я гледаш, и изведнъж да разбереш, че ти е все едно, ако не я видиш повече. Трагедията на любовта...
A Unitarian very earnestly disbelieves what everyone else believes.
Every year hundreds of books, many of considerable merit, pass unnoticed. Each one has taken the author months to write, he may have had it in his mind for years; he has put into it something of himse...
If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn't matter a damn how you write.
There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
We are all greater than we know and that wisdom is the means to freedom.
She bombarded him with telegrams, asking him if he were ill and had received her letters; she said his silence made her dreadfully anxious.
One could do a dastardly thing if one chose, but it was contemptible to regret it afterwards.
You think pleasure is only of the senses; the wretched slaves who manufactured your morality despised a satisfaction which they had small means of enjoying.
You know, my dear child, that one cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one's soul.
Wounded vanity can make a woman more vindictive than a lioness robbed of her cubs.
Women are strange little beasts,' he said to Dr. Coutras. 'You can treat them like dogs, you can beat them till your arm aches, and still they love you.' He shrugged his shoulders. 'Of course, it is o...
Thing I've always noticed, people don't commit suicide for love, as you'd expect, that's just a fancy of novelists; they commit suicide because they haven't got any money.