The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.

Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess.

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.

I have never learned to say 'gas' for gasoline. It seems to me as absurd as if I were to say 'but' for butter.

it's been my experience that the first few days of married life women are blind because they want to be and after that because they have to be.

the theater is the only money-making business I know in which haste apparently rules from first to last.

I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.