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.

What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

Money is a protection, a cloak; it can buy one quiet, and some sort of dignity.

If youth did not matter so much to itself, it would never have the heart to go on.