Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness.

It is cremated youth. It is all yours--no one gave it to you.

Yes, and because we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forbears put into us. I can feel his savagery strengthen in me. We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young; but the nature our strain of blood carries is inside there, waiting, like our skeleton.

Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world

Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don`t leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don`t affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.

The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter.

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.