The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.

It's by understanding me, and the boys, and mother, that you have helped me. I expect that is the only way one person ever really can help another.

Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

Oh, he’s an old friend from the West,” said Eden easily. “I won’t introduce you, because he doesn’t like people. He’s a recluse. Good-bye.