"This is the saddest story I have ever heard."

"She asked him perpetually what he wanted. What did he want? What did he want? And all he ever answered was: "I have t…"

"What the artist wishes to do — as far as you are concerned — is to take you out of yourself. As far as he is concerne…"

"Only two classes of books are of universal appeal: the very best and the very worst."

"No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me any more. Nor for the country... nor for the world, I dar…"

"No author, I think, is deserving of much censure for vanity if, taking down one of his ten-year-old books, he exclaim…"

"For the judging of contemporary literature the only test is one's personal taste. If you much like a new book, you mu…"

"You may well ask why I write. And yet my reasons are quite many. For it is not unusual in human beings who have witne…"

"No, by God, it is false! It wasn't a minuet that we stepped; it was a prison — a prison full of screaming hysterics, …"

"I couldn't regard myself as personally repulsive. No man can, or, if he ever comes to do so, that is the end of him."