It is the dread of something happening, something unknown and dreadful, that makes us do anything to keep the flicker of talk from dying out.

The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.

The notion of making money by popular work, and then retiring to do good work, is the most familiar of all the devil's traps for artists.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.

The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.