There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.

If [the writer] achieves anything noble, anything enduring, it must be by giving himself absolutely to his material. And this gift of sympathy is his great gift; is the fine thing in him that alone can make his work fine.

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent.

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.