The man who begins to go to bed forty minutes before he opens his bedroom door is bored; that is to say, he is not living.

To the artist is sometimes granted a sudden, transient insight which serves in this matter for experience. A flash, and where previously the brain held a dead fact, the soul grasps a living truth! At moments we are all artists.

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.

Essential characteristic of the really great novelist: a Christ-like, all-embracing compassion.

Procrastination is suicide on the installment plan.

Good taste is better than bad taste, but bad taste is better than no taste.

You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.