New York is appalling, fantastically charmless and elaborately dire.

One might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it should become a wonder to know what was left.

I am incapable of telling you not to feel. Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live.

The artist beholds in nature more than she herself Nature is conscious of.

To treat a big subject in the intensely summarized fashion demanded by an evening's traffic of the stage when the evening, freely clipped at each end, is reduced to two hours and a half, is a feat of which the difficulty looms large.

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

The artist is present in every page of every book from which he sought so assiduously to eliminate himself.