there comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.

[To her frequently needed plumber:] How would you like to be adopted? I'm sure it would be cheaper.

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.

There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.

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

every act of one's life is the unavoidable result of every act that has preceded it.

Of one thing the reader can be certain: the more easily anything reads, the harder it has been to write.