We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.

People always think the bread of another country is better than their own.

She had certain thoughts which were like companions, ideas which were like older and wiser friends.

Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.

Many people seem to think that art is a luxury to be imported and tacked on to life. Art springs out of the very stuff that life is made of. Most of our young authors start to write a story and make a few observations from nature to add local color. The results are invariably false and hollow. Art must spring out of the fullness and richness of life.

What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?

If you don't keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you will be writing things not much better than you did five years ago.