The grand canyon which yawns between the writer's concept of what he wants to capture in words and what comes through is a cruel abyss.

Any work of art ... is great when it makes you feel that its creator has dipped into your very heart for his sensation.

Charm is an odorless perfume, which cannot be anchored in the chemists' test tube. It is a permeation, a radiation. It emanates from the climate of a warm human spirit, which not only contains light, but gives it off.

I would rather regret what I have done than what I have not.

Crushed to earth and rising again is an author's gymnastic. Once he fails to struggle to his feet and grab his pen, he will contemplate a fact he should never permit himself to face: that in all probability books have been written, are being written, will be written, better than anything he has done, is doing, or will do.

I'm not happy when I'm writing, but I'm more unhappy when I'm not.

I loathe all this blind rushing pell-mell into a struggle arranged by the mighty minority and paid for with the lives of young men who are drugged on trumped-up ideals.