What a man marries for's hard to tell ... an' what a woman marries for's past findin' out.

for my own purpose, I defined the art of fiction as experience illuminated.

marriage is mostly puttin' up with things, I reckon, when it ain't makin' believe.

Although the primitive in art may be both interesting and impressive, as portrayed in American fiction it is conspicuous for dullness alone. Drab persons living drab lives, observed by drab minds and reported in drab writing.

... in the nineteen-thirties ... the most casual reader of murder mysteries could infallibly detect the villain, as soon as there entered a character who had recently washed his neck and did not commit mayhem on the English language.

Women are one of the Almighty's enigmas to prove to men that He knows more than they do.

There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins.