The human mind has an infinite capacity for self-deception.

nothing in life is more corroding than habit.

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

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

California has all the beauties of youth as well as its idiocies and vices.

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.

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