"He wrote with great care, and with a sharpness, vivacity, and variety of epithet that give immediate and continuing pleasure, but he was not in any serious sense a novelist or even a writer of fiction. His emotionally injured self is the sole character of his fictions, with everybody else seen through the haze of his paranoia, like figures in a fun-fair mirror."

“He seems to have been a serpent of serpents in the bosom of all the nineties. That in itself endears him to one.”

“Most people have only half developed their single personalities. That a man should split his into four and more; and should develop each separately and perfectly, was so abnormal that many normals failed to understand it.”

“That cold white candent voice which was more caustic than silver nitrate and more thrilling than a scream.”

“Brisk and prompt to war, soft and not in the least able to resist calamity, fickle in catching at schemes, and always striving after novelties – French characteristics remained unaltered twenty centuries after Julius Caesar made a note of them for all time.”

“An appeal to a goodness which is not in him is, to a vain and sensitive soul, a stinging insult.”

“Pray for the repose of His soul. He was so tired.”