It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with gray-turning, gold-turning light. The Shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves. There was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool, lovely day.

The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.

I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.

The history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelming urge to write and a combination of circumstances bent on keeping me from it.

Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.