I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Someone said, 'The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.' Precisely, and they are that which we know.

A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.

Every nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious of the shortcomings and limitations of its critical habits than of those of its creative genius.

Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

One starts an action simply because one must do something.