It is one of the triumphs of the human that he can know a thing and still not believe it.

His ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.

Strength and success; they are above morality, above criticism. It seems then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it.

A man who gets few letters does not open one lightly.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

The basic rule [of writing] given us was simple and heartbreaking. A story to be effective had to convey something from the writer to the reader, and the power of its offering was the measure of its excellence. Outside of that, there were no rules.