As a writing man, or secretary, I have always felt charged with the safekeeping of all unexpected items of worldly and unworldly enchantment, as though I might be held personally responsible if even a small one were to be lost.

Familiarity is the thing-the sense of belonging. It grants exemption from all evil, all shabbiness.

All we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days.

When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.

Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down.

Where I would like to discover facts, I find fancy. Where I would like to learn what I did, I learn only what I was thinking. Theyare loaded with opinion, moral thoughts, quick evaluations, youthful hopes and cares and sorrows. Occasionally, they manage to report something in exquisite honesty and accuracy. That is why I have refrained from burning them.

Life's meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.