Spring ... made fair false promises which summer was called upon to keep.

It's difficult to write a really good short story because it must be a complete and finished reflection of life with only a few words to use as tools. There isn't time for bad writing in a short story.

Writing, to be memorable, must be done in a state of impassioned serenity.

It's terrible to realize that you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die; and, then it's too late.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.

When a new post-war generation has grown to puberty and to youth and to manhood and womanhood, it should read, and it should be realistically told, of the futility, the idiocy, the utter depravity of war. For that matter, this instruction could begin at the age of six with the taking of those toy guns out of those toy holsters and throwing them in the ash-cans where they belong.