As far back as I remember, long before I could write, I had played at making stories. But not until I was seven or more, did I begin to pray every night, "O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!"

All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.

What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.

Experience has taught me that the only cruelties people condemn are those with which they do not happen to be familiar.

I waited and worked, and watched the inferior exalted for nearly thirty years; and when recognition came at last, it was too late to alter events, or to make a difference in living.

the old alone have finality. What is true of the young today may be false tomorrow. They are enveloped in emotion; and emotion as a state of being is fluent and evanescent.

To seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.