Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.

Our civilization is still in a middle stage, scarcely beast, in that it is no longer wholly guided by instinct; scarcely human, in that it is not yet wholly guided by reason.

A thought will color a world for us.

The thing that impressed me then as now about New York… was the sharp, and at the same time immense, contrast it showed between the dull and the shrewd, the strong and the weak, the rich and the poor, the wise and the ignorant… the strong, or those who ultimately dominated, were so very strong, and the weak so very, very weak - and so very, very many.

If you have that unconquerable urge to write, nothing will stop you from writing.

Remember, love is all a woman has to give, but it is the only thing which God permits us to carry beyond the grave.

You walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it?