Our impulses are our birthright. To alter personality would be unjust, almost criminal, for the impulses that make a fool or worse of us in certain circumstances may be necessary for our happiness.

Writing was my real life and I was more at home with the people of my imagination than with the best I met in the objective world.

Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.

Whether you fail or set the world on fire cannot make so very much difference if only you have the opportunity to try for it, to work for it, to think of nothing else!

In times of panic man seems to exchange his soul for a tail.

All women want to be understood until they understand themselves.

fiction is not only the historian of life but its apologist.