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.

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.

How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.

To the untraveled, territory other than their own familiar heath is invariably fascinating. Next to love it is the one thing that solaces and delights.

Let no one underestimate the need of pity. We live in a stony universe whose hard, brilliant forces rage fiercely.

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

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