Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

Enthusiasm is the most important thing in life.

Perhaps the most vivid recollection of my youth is that of the local wheelmen, led by my father, stopping at our home to eat pone, sip mint juleps, and flog the field hands. This more than anything cultivated my life-long aversion to bicycles.

I don't want realism. I want magic!

The mountain violets break the rocks.