The Suitable Is The Last Thing We

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

I Revolted From Sentimentality, Less Because It Was False Than Because It Was Cruel.

I Waited And Worked, And Watched The Inferior Exalted For Nearly Thirty Years; And When Recognition Came At Last, It Was Too Late To Alter Events, Or To Make A Difference In Living.

Cynicism Is A Sure Sign Of Youth.

First, I Was An Idealist (that Was Early - Fools Are Born, Not Made, You Know); Next I Was A Realist; Now I Am A Pessimist, And, By Jove! If Things Get Much Worse I'll Become A Humorist.