And after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life.

To have something to say is a question of sleepless nights and worry and endless ratiocination of subject - of endless trying to dig out the essential truth, the essential justice. As a first premise you have to develop a conscience and if on top of that you have talent so much the better. But if you have talent without the conscience, you are just one of many thousands of journalists.

She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.

I just couldn't make the grade as a hack-that, like everything else, requires a certain practiced excellence.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you