A person's heart withers if it does not answer another heart.

It is worse than folly... not to recognize the truth, for in it lies the tinder for tomorrow.

From that house there has come so much life that it ought never to die or fall into ruin... For me that house was a gateway to America.

What seems new is only new to us.

Never, if you can possibly help it, write a novel. It is, in the first place, a thoroughly unsocial act. It makes one obnoxious to one's family and to one's friends. One sits about for many weeks, months, even years, in the worst cases, in a state of stupefaction.

I am an inveterate homemaker, it is at once my pleasure, my recreation, and my handicap. Were I a man, my books would have been written in leisure, protected by a wife and a secretary and various household officials. As it is, being a woman, my work has had to be done between bouts of homemaking.

Sooner or later the young always betrayed the old.