Arnold Bennett
Arnold Bennett was a British novelist, playwright, journalist, screenwriter, diarist, autobiographer, and literary critic, born on 27 May 1867 in Hanley, Staffordshire.
Bennett was educated at the Wedgwood Institute before embarking on a career that would take him across multiple forms of written expression. He worked in journalism and produced fiction alongside plays and screenwriting, demonstrating a range across the literary and commercial arts that few writers of his era matched in sheer variety. His use of the English language was the constant medium through which he moved between these different modes of work.
During the First World War, Bennett served at the Ministry of Information, bringing his professional experience as a writer and journalist to bear on the wartime demands of public communication. His literary output continued alongside this public role, and he received the James Tait Black Memorial Prize in recognition of his work as a novelist. One of his notable works, Those United States, reflected his engagement with subjects beyond his native England, demonstrating a willingness to turn his observational attention toward the wider world. As a literary critic, he also contributed to the broader conversation about writing and books during a period of considerable change in English letters.
Bennett died on 27 March 1931 in the City of Westminster, having spent more than four decades as a productive and varied presence in British literary life. His work as a diarist and autobiographer sits alongside his fiction and journalism, marking him as a writer for whom the record of daily experience and the scrutiny of the self were as legitimate a subject as any invented narrative. It is this breadth of form — novel, play, diary, criticism, autobiography, screenplay — that characterizes the shape of his career, rather than any single defining achievement in one genre alone.
Quotes by Arnold Bennett
Arnold Bennett's insights on:

Pessimism, when you get used to it, is just as agreeable as optimism. Indeed, I think it must be more agreeable, must have a more real savor, than optimism--from the way in which pessimists abandon themselves to it.

Having once decided to achieve a certain task, achieve it all costs of tedium and distaste. The gain in self-confidence of having accomplished a tiresome labor is immense.

A good novel rushes you forward like a skiff down a stream, and you arrive at the end, perhaps breathless, but unexhausted

One of the commonest characteristics of the successful man is his idleness, his immense capacity for wasting time.

Women are strange and incomprehensible, a device invented by Providence to keep the wit of man well sharpened by constant employment.

Because her instinct has told her, or because she has been reliably informed, the faded virgin knows that the supreme joys are not for her; she knows by a process of the intellect; but she can feel her deprivation no more than the young mother can feel the hardship of the virgin’s lot.

If you’ve ever really been poor you remain poor at heart all your life. I’ve often walked when I could very well afford to take a taxi because I simply couldn’t bring myself to waste the shilling it would cost.


