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.

her age was that indeterminate mixture of everlasting youth and anticipated wisdom which is the glory and the curse of genius.

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

the curse of human nature is imagination. When a long anticipated moment comes, we always find it pitched a note too low, for the wings of imagination are crushed into its withering sides under the crowding hordes of petty realities.

No matter how hard a man may labor, some woman is always in the background of his mind. She is the one reward of virtue.

The only real rival of love is Art, for that in itself is a deep personal passion, its function an act of creation, fed by some mysterious perversion of sex, and demanding all the imagination's activities.

A man is more than one being in his life. If the last persists, why not the first? If there be a hereafter for his age, why not for his youth?