There's nothing grimmer than the tragedy that wears a comic mask.

In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

The effect produced by a short story depends almost entirely on its form.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end.

In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers.

Yes, one gets over things. But there are certain memories one can't bit on.