Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.

But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat--the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m.

When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster...I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That's the story.

A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.

If you can't write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.

It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.