Gossip lies nine times and tells a half truth the tenth.

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

I've a pocket full of dreams to sell," said Teddy, whimsically,... "What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A dream of success--a dream of adventure--a dream of the sea--a dream of the woodland--any kind of a dream you want at reasonable prices, including one or two unique little nightmares. What will you give me for a dream?

Without shedding of blood there is no anything. Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by selfsacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.