In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart.

Old people, who have felt blows and toil and known the world's hard hand, need, even more than children do, a woman's tenderness.

Merely having seen the season change in a country gave one the sense of having been there for a long time.

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

Art, it seems to me, should simplify finding what conventions of form and what detail one can do without and yet preserve the spirit of the whole - so that all that one has suppressed and cut away is there to the reader's consciousness as much as if it were in type on the page.

Pittsburgh was even more vital, more creative, more hungry for culture than New York. Pittsburgh was the birthplace of my writing.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.