Your vivid, exciting companionship in the office must not be your audience, you must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.

Happy people do a great deal for their friends.

She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

I first met Myra Henshawe when I was fifteen, but I had known her about ever since I could remember anything at all.

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.

Many people seem to think that art is a luxury to be imported and tacked on to life. Art springs out of the very stuff that life is made of. Most of our young authors start to write a story and make a few observations from nature to add local color. The results are invariably false and hollow. Art must spring out of the fullness and richness of life.