But, of course only morons would ever think or speak of themselves as intellectuals. That's why they all look so sad.

Nobody, not even the old, not even the despairing, wished to come to an end in time or in eternity.

The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.

The share of the sympathetic publisher in the author's success - the true success so different from the ephemeral - is apt to be overlooked in these blatant days, so it is just as well that some of us should keep it in mind.

There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.

Moderation has never yet engineered an explosion

Life is never what one dreams. It is seldom what one desires, but for the vital spirit and the eager mind, the future will always hold the search for buried treasure and the possibility of high adventure.