when knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

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

the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.

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

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.