It took me some time to learn that although every one secretly cherishes the ambition to be 'put in a book,' no one is ever satisfied with anything save incense, butter, and honey, unrelieved by salt or spice.

Women love the lie that saves their pride, but never an unflattering truth.

The final result of too much routine is death in life.

A little superstition is a good thing to keep in one's bag of precautions.

Here is a simple recipe to begin with. Get up every morning with the set intention of writing and go to your desk and sit there for three hours, whether you accomplish anything or not. Before long you will find that you are writing madly, not waiting for inspiration.

It took me years to learn that character is fate and that no one can be made over.

Civilization in certain respects is as inadequate as it was a thousand years ago.