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

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.

Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.

One can be bored until boredom becomes a mystical experience.

The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.

All reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for.

Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.