It is seldom that the imagination is disappointed in the 'ancestral piles' of England.

The world changed somewhat in form during its progress, but never in substance.

Self-admiration giveth much consolation.

Never trust a woman who will not lie about her age after thirty. She is unwomanly and unhuman and there is no knowing what crimes she will commit.

Nowhere can it rain harder and with a more tiresome persistence than in California during the brief season when it rains at all.

I want books written out of a brain and heart and soul crowded and vital with Life, spelled with a big L. I want poetry bursting with passion. I don't care a hang for the 'verbal felicities.' They'll do for the fringe, but I want the garment to warm me first.

The grief of childhood is terrible while it lasts, it is so abandoned and so all-possessing.