We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.

I don't think that women ought to sit down at table with men. It ruins conversation and I'm sure it's very bad for them. It puts ideas in their heads, and women are never at ease with themselves when they have ideas.

So long as some are strong and some are weak, the weak will be driven to the wall.

I can only guess that it made the world he went back to...strangely without meaning. Though he lived in it, though he even enjoyed it, it remained utterly remote. I think it had lost sense for him. In his heart was the reflection of a lovely dream that he could never quite recall.

Sentimentality is the only sentiment that rubs you the wrong way.

Reverie is the groundwork of creative imagination; it is the privilege of the artist that with him it is not as with other men an escape from reality, but the means by which he accedes to it.

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.