Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.

The truth is that the phenomena of artistic production are still so obscure, so baffling, we are still so far from an accurate scientific and psychological knowledge of their genesis or meaning, that we are forced to accept them as empirical facts; and empirical and non-explanatory names are the names that suit them best.

There are few sorrows in which a good income is of no avail.

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

Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.

The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.