Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.

It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?