When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.
Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.
The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
Some people go to priests others to poetry I to my friends.
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
The connection between dress and war is not far to seek your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.