It is not true that a rose by any other name will smell as sweet. Were it true, I should call this story 'The Great Orley Farm Case.' But who would ask for the ninth number of a serial work burthened with so very uncouth an appellation? Thence, and therefore,- Orley Farm.

But who ever yet was offered a secret and declined it?

There is nothing perhaps so generally consoling to a man as a well-established grievance; a feeling of having been injured, on which his mind can brood from ho…

It is easy to love one's enemy when one is making fine speeches; but so difficult to do so in the actual everyday work of life.

It is worth remembering that every writer begins with a naively physical notion of what art is. A book for him or her is not an expression or a series of expre…

Ooh, look at me, I'm Dave, I'm writing a book! With all my thought in it. La la la!

I don't care what they do with my book so long as the fucking cheque clears.