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

I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.

From the time the Englishman's bones harden into bones at all, he makes his skeleton a flagstaff, and he early plants his feet like one who is to walk the world and the decks of all the seas.

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.

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.

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