No matter what changes take place in the world, or in me, nothing ever seems to disturb the face of spring.

I have just been refining the room in which I sit, yet I sometimes doubt that a writer should refine or improve his workroom by so much as a dictionary: one thing leads to another and the first thing you know he has a stuffed chair and is fast asleep in it.

The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation's pulse, you can't be sure that the nation hasn't just run up a flight of stairs.

Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.

Children hold spring so tightly in their brown fists-just as grownups, who are less sure of it, hold it in their hearts.

In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.

It is by all odds the loftiest of cities. It even managed to reach the highest point in the sky at the lowest moment of the depression.