The writer is more concerned to know than to judge.

There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

There is a sort of man who pays no attention to his good actions, but is tormented by his bad ones. This is the type that most often writes about himself.

There is no explanation for evil. It must be looked upon as a necessary part of the order of the universe. To ignore it is child W.

There is no more merit in being able to attach a correct description to a picture than in being able to find out what is wrong with a stalled motorcar. In each case it is special knowledge.

There is only one thing about which I am certain, and this is that there is very little about which one can be certain.

There was an immeasurable distance between the quick and the dead they did not seem to belong to the same species and it was stir W.

There will always be one who loves, and one who lets himself be loved. W.

There’s no one so transparent as the person who thinks he’s devilish deep.

There’s nothing the world loves more than a readymade description which they can hang on to a man, and so save themselves all trouble in future.