A creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.

I had killed a big snake. I was now a big fellow.

The two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have lost their way, sometimes stand and admit their perplexity in silence. (O Pioneers!)

On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.

Now that Stevenson is dead I can think of but one English- speaking author who is really keeping his self-respect and sticking forperfection. Of course I refer to that mighty master of language and keen student of human actions and motives, Henry James.

A child's attitude toward everything is an artist's attitude.

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