The headmistress was an able instructress in French and history and we learned with her as fast as fear could teach us.

A writer is in danger of allowing his talent to dull who lets more than a year go past without finding himself in his rightful place of composition, the small single unluxurious retreat of the twentieth century, the hotel bedroom.

A great writer created a world of his own and his readers are proud to live in it. A lesser writer may entice them in for a moment, but soon he will watch them filing out.

In a perfect union the man and woman are like a strung bow. Who is to say whether the string bends the bow, or the bow tightens the string?

No one can achieve Serenity until the glare of passion is past the meridian.

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.

Only by avoiding the beginning of things can we escape their end.