few things are more rewarding than a child's open uncalculating devotion.

There is an abiding beauty which may be appreciated by those who will see things as they are and who will ask for no reward except to see.

So many people seem to imagine that because the actual tools of writing are easily accessible, it is less difficult than the other arts. This is entirely an illusion.

An author who waits for the right 'mood' will soon find that 'moods' get fewer and fewer until they cease altogether.

I thought that spring must last forevermore, For I was young and loved, and it was May.

Modern war and modern civilisation are utterly incompatible...one or the other must go.

Why, I wonder, do people who at one time or another have all been young themselves, and who ought therefore to know better, generalize so suavely and so mendaciously about the golden hours of youth-that period of life when every sorrow seems permanent, and every setback insuperable?