The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher.

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

Make the short story tremendously succinct - with a very short pulse or rhythm - and the closest selection of detail - in other words summarise intensely and deeply and keep down the lateral development. It should be a little gem of bright, quick, vivid form

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

All roads lead to Rome, and there were times when it might have struck us that almost every branch of study or subject of conversation skirted forbidden ground.

Novelist-Citizen of Two Countries Interpreter of his Generation on both Sides of the Sea.

Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out the window.