Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.

The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end.

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.

Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.

There's only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the disappoint­ment s.