In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.

In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

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.

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar.

Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.