They say that you can't live by bread alone, but I can live on compliments.

To me [Edgar Allen Poe's] prose is unreadable—like Jane Austin's [sic]. No there is a difference. I could read his prose on salary, but not Jane's. Jane is entirely impossible. It seems a great pity that they allowed her to die a natural death.

I saw men whom thirty years had changed but slightly; but their wives had grown old. These were good women; it is very wearing to be good.

The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.

People are much more willing to lend you books than bookcases.

Authorship is not a trade, it is an inspiration; authorship does not keep an office, its habitation is all out under the sky, and everywhere the winds are blowing and the sun is shining and the creatures of God are free.

It is curious and interesting to notice what an attraction a fussy, mincing, nickel-plated word has for you.