A cat and a Bible, and nobody needs to be lonely.

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.

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

The mystery story is two stories in one: the story of what happened and the story of what appeared to happen.

having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.

Old men make wars that young men may die.

there is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt. A book may fail, but who is there to know it? It dies and is buried, and is decently interred on the bookseller's shelf; but the play dies to laughter, to scorn and disdain.