Novelist Quotes

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?

But the lover's power is the poet's power. He can make love from all the common strings with which this world is strung.

The inevitable has always found me ready and hopeful.

The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.

That is the great mistake about the affections. It is not the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of kings, or the marching of armies that move them most. When they answer from their depths, it is to the domestic joys and tragedies of life.

It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.

After all, it is not where one washes one's neck that counts but where one moistens one's throat.

A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

Life is painful, nasty and short... in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.

It is not a woman I want - it is all women.

I see too deep and too much.