A dead tree, falling, made less havoc than a live one. It seemed as though a live tree went down fighting, like an animal.

Garlic, like perfume, must be used with discretion and on the proper occasions.

Personal publicity is apt to be dangerous to any writer's integrity; for the moment he begins to fancy himself as quite a person, a taint creeps into his work.

The best fish in the world are of course those one catches oneself.

Readers themselves, I think, contribute to a book. They add their own imaginations, and it is as though the writer only gave them something to work on, and they did the rest.

Words began fights and words ended them.

For myself, the Creek satisfies a thing that had gone hungry and unfed since childhood days. I am often lonely. Who is not? But I should be lonelier in the heart of a city.