Some day some one will write a book about that frantic search of the creative worker for silence and freedom, not only from interruption but from the fear of interruption.

All houses in which men have lived and suffered and died are haunted houses.

Patience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: 'We are not patient. We will endure no more.' Then what would happen to the world?

[On fishing:] Greatest rest in the world for the brain.

[On the Irish:] Strange race ... Don't know what they want, but want it like the devil.

I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.

I began to feel that if religion was either an illusion or a revelation, it was simpler to accept it as an illusion.