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"The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define."
"Standing each by his monster, they looked at each other, and smiled."
"Some reviews give pain. This is regrettable, but no author has the right to whine. He was not obliged to be an author. He invited publicity, and he must take the publicity that comes along."
"I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants."
"I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult."
"He lived on, miserable and misunderstood, as before, and increasingly lonely. One cannot write those words too often: Maurice's loneliness: it increased."
"Humility is a quality for which I have only a limited admiration. In many phases of life it is a great mistake and degenerates into defensiveness and hypocrisy."
"The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much. In public affairs, in the rebuilding of civilization, something less dramatic and emotional is needed, namely tolerance."
"No; look out for the part where you think you have done with the goblins and they come back,' breathed Helen, as the music started with a goblin walking quietly over the universe, from end to end."
"London was but a foretaste of this nomadic civilization which is altering human nature so profoundly, and throws upon personal relations a stress greater than they have ever borne before. Under cosmopolitanism, if it comes, we shall receive no help from the earth. Trees and meadows and mountains will only be a spectacle, and the binding force that once exercised on character must be entrusted to Love alone. May Love be equal to the task!"
"A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air..."
"There are different ways of evil and I prefer mine to yours."
"The historian must have some conception of how men who are not historians behave. Otherwise he will move in a world of the dead. He can only gain that conception through personal experience, and he can only use his personal experiences when he is a genius."
"In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life, though vivid, was largely a dream."
"She gave up trying to understand herself, and the vast armies of the benighted, who follow neither the heart nor the brain, and march to their destiny by catch-words. The armies are full of pleasant and pious folk. But they have yielded to the only enemy that matters - the enemy within. They have sinned against passion and truth, and vain will be their strife after virtue. As the years pass, they are censured. Their pleasantry and their piety show cracks, their wit becomes cynicism, their unselfishness hypocrisy; they feel and produce discomfort wherever they go."
"She was as bored as her brother would have been, and had not his gift of listening beneath words."
"Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can't really happen outside sleep."
"In the creative state a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach. He mixes this thing with his normal experiences and out of the mixture he makes a work of art."
"Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love."
"Chicago - a facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade every type of dubiousness."
"Surely the only sound foundation for a civilization is a sound state of mind."
"But they did not chatter much, for the boy, when he liked a person, would as soon sit silent in his company as speak."