"Ask yourself if there is any explanation of the mystery of your own life and death."

“I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of a work of fiction should be to tell a story; and I have never believed that the novelist who properly performed this first condition of his art, was in danger, on that account, of neglecting the delineation of character — for this plain reason, that the effect produced, by any narrative of events is essentially dependent, not on the events themselves, but on the human interest which is directly connected with them. It may be possible in novel-writing to present characters successfully without telling a story; but it is not possible to tell a story successfully without presenting characters: their existence, as recognizable realities, being the sole condition on which the story can be effectively told. The only narrative which can hope to lay a strong hold on the attention of readers is a narrative which interests them about men and women — for the perfectly obvious reasons that they are men and women themselves.”

“My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.”

“Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.”

“I am nothing but a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man.”

“Your tears come easy , when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it.”

“The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.”