It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.

[When working on a book] I have an almost complete detachment from the world I live in, a sort of armor against distraction. I talk to people, move about, appear on the surface much as usual. But later on I have only a confused memory of what has happened during that period.

A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.

The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.

It takes a good many years and some pretty hard knocks to make people tolerant.

Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.

Every crucial experience can be regarded either as a setback, or the start of a wonderful new adventure, it depends on your perspective!