Life is very marvelous... and to the wonders of the earth there is no end appointed.

There is no escaping, at times, the gloomy suspicion that fiddling with pens and ink is, after all, no fit employment for a grown man.

Creeds matter very little... The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true. So I elect for neither label.

I ask of literature precisely those things of which I feel the lack in my own life.

Life is very marvelous... and to the wonders of the earth there is no end appointed.

People never want to be told anything they do not believe already.

At all events, I do not mean to leave it unaltered.