Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there? 
She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love. 
Italy was offering her the most priceless of all possessions - her own soul. 
Axiom : Novel must have either one living character or a perfect pattern: fails otherwise. 
How can it be expressed in anything but itself? 
Chess is a forcing house where the fruits of character can ripen more fully than in life 
The old trouble: things won't fit.''What things?'
'The things of the universe.
Then the pernicious charm of Italy worked on her, and, instead of acquiring information, she began to be happy. 
Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science. 
It is devilish difficult to criticise society & also create human beings. 
Nonsense of this type is more difficult to combat than a solid lie. It hides in rubbish heaps and moves when no one is looking. 
Neither memory nor anticipation is much interested in Father Time, and all dreamers, artists and lovers are partially delivered from his tyranny; 
There's nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end. 
An engagement is so potent a thing that sooner or later it reduces all who speak of it to this state of cheerful awe. 
A critic has no right to the narrowness which is the frequent prerogative of the creative artist. 
The English countryside, its growth and its destruction, is a genuine and tragic theme. 
There are different ways of evil and I prefer mine to yours. 
I have always found writing pleasant and don't understand what people mean by 'throes of creation.' 
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way. 
If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run 
Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent. 
One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno! 
A slow nature such as Maurice's appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel. 
Margaret could not reply. Was he incredibly stupid, or did he understand her better than she understood herself? 
There are occasions when I would rather feel like a fly than a spider. 
I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual. 
Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence. 
Self-pity ? I see no moral objections to it, the smell drives people away, but that's a practical objection, and occasionally an advantage. 
But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear or to merge in something else. 
No one, except Ronny, had any idea of what passed in her mind, and he only dimly, for where there is officialism every human relationship suffers. 
For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone. 
My law-givers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul. 
America is rather like life. You can usually find in it what you look for. It will probably be interesting, and it is sure to be large. 
She strove in vain against the echoing walls of their civility. 
The hungry and the homeless don't care about liberty any more than they care about cultural heritage. To pretend that they do care is cant. 
If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very excitingboth for us and for her.
The more highly public life is organized the lower does its morality sink. 
He seems to see good in every one. No one would take him for a clergyman. 
Don't go fighting against the Spring. 
Italy and London are the only places where I don't feel to exist on sufferance. 
Maurice was scandalized, horrified. He was shocked to the bottom of his suburban soul.... 
Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain. 
She was as bored as her brother would have been, and had not his gift of listening beneath words. 
She grew more and more vexed with his dignified behavior. By a cruel irony, she was drawing out what was best in his disposition. 
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort. 
Maurice hated cricket. It demanded a snickety neatness he could not supply. 
Oh, no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline. 
Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time. 
we may say that History develops, Art stands still 
We shan't have rain, but we shall have darkness, so let us hurry on. The darkness last night was appalling. 
Independence!" was a useful cry, and always saying we have not got it. 
England has always been disinclined to accept human nature. 
He has the merit - if it is one - of saying exactly what he means. 
The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards. 
Don't believe those lies about intellectual people. They're only written to soothe the majority. 
You can do what you like, but the outcome will be the same. 
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? 
They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon. 
Either life entails courage, or it ceases to be life. 
Yes, oh dear, yes, the novel tells a story. 
Oh, the English! They are always thinking of tea. They carry it by the kilogram, and they are so clumsy that they always pack it at the top. 
Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to. 
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. 