If I had followed my better judgment always, my life would have been a very dull one.

Could it be that there were other things more desirable than cold logic and undefiled brain power?

I write to escape ... to escape poverty.

I do not think that I am ever overconfident. I am merely wholly confident, and I maintain that there is all the difference in the world there.

Even brave men, and D'Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.

This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance. At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.

If you write one story, it may be bad; if you write a hundred, you have the odds in your favor.