Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.
The Journals of Arnold Bennett, ed. Newman Flower (pub. Cassell, 1932)
The price of justice is eternal publicity.
Things That Have Interested Me, 2nd series (1923), "Secret Trials"
A cause may be inconvenient, but it's magnificent. It's like champagne or high heels, and one must be prepared to suffer for it.
Being a husband is a whole-time job. That is why so many husbands fail. They can't give their entire attention to it.
Journalists say a thing that they know isn't true, in the hope that if they keep on saying it long enough it will be true.
How to Live on Twenty-Four Hours a Day (1910)
Yes books are valuable. But not reading of books will take the place of a daily, candid, honest examination of what one has recently done, and what one is about to do - of a steady looking at one's self in the face (disconcerting though the sight may be).
A prig is a pompous fool who has gone out for a ceremonial walk, and without knowing it has lost an important part of his attire, namely, his sense of humour.
And, having once decided to achieve a certain task, achieve it at all costs of tedium and distaste. The gain in self-confidence of having accomplished a tiresome labour is immense.