The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky.

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

To fulfil the dreams of one's youth; that is the best that can happen to a man. No worldly success can take the place of that.

[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly likeable as a good fellow, but impossible as a man of letters.

No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.

Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody.

The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times when I don't realize it. You really are a part of me. In the course of twenty crowded years one parts with many illusions... I did not wish to lose the early ones. Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen again.