I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme.

She had a certain way of looking at life which he took as a personal offense.

We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.

The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.

...the great merit of the place is that one can arrange one's life here exactly as one pleases...there are facilities for every kind of habit and taste, and everything is accepted and understood.

I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live.