Travel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme -- I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.

This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms.

I can’t write five words but that I change seven.

Scratch a king and find a fool!

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.

There must be courage; there must be no awe. There must be criticism, for humor, to my mind, is encapsulated in criticism. There must be a disciplined eye and a wild mind...There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.