Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

I have seldom written a story, long or short, that I did not have to write and rewrite. There are single stories of mine that have taken me ten or twelve years to get written.

I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people.

If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.