If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later.
Wine is a clog to the pen, not an inspiration.
I am losing enough sleep to supply a worn-out army.
Whatever you say, say it with conviction
That is a society editor, sitting there elegantly dressed, with his legs crossed in that indolent way, observing the clothes the ladies wear, so that he can describe them for his paper and make them out finer than they are and get bribes for it and become wealthy.
Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.