Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.

I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.

Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.

With writing ... you must keep in the habit. After a lapse it will take you not an hour, but a week, a month, maybe, to find your mood again - that mood in which things drop from heaven. There's no forcing it; you can't set your notions in front of you, and stare at them till they take shape; they have to come to you whether you ask them or not. ... And you have to be in the habit of that mood! Of inspiration!

a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.

What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!

timeliness is an enemy to art.