It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

Knowledge of what you love somehow comes to you; you don’t have to read nor analyze nor study. If you love a thing enough, knowledge of it seeps into you, with particulars more real than any chart can furnish.

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

Writing is so difficult that I feel that writers, having had their hell on earth, will escape all punishment hereafter.

It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

There is no royal path to good writing; and such paths as exist do not lead through neat critical gardens, various as they are, but through the jungles of self, the world, and of craft.

People who keep journals have life twice