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

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.

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

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.

There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.

It is a pretty trick of authors to make nature ever in sympathy with man, but as a matter of fact she seldom is.

I am a Californian, and we have twice the individuality and originality of any people in the United States. We always get quite huffy when we are spoken of as merely Americans.