For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day.

What is moral is what you feel good after.

Worry destroys the ability to write. Ill health is bad in the ratio that it produces worry which attacks your subconscious and destroys your nerves.

Optimism can keep a fool from accepting failure.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you.

There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their acquiring.