For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.

I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.

The mind of a little child is fascinating, for it looks on old things with new eyes-but at about twelve this changes. The adolescent offers nothing, can do nothing, say nothing that the adult cannot do better.

I care not who hoes the lettuce of my country if I can eat the salad!

I never blame failure - there are too many complicated situations in life - but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.

A writer's temperament is continually making him do things he can never repair.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.