Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.

Nearly all the Escapists in the long past have managed their own budget and their social relations so unsuccessfully that I wouldn't want them for my landlords, or my bankers, or my neighbors. They were valuable, like powerful stimulants, only when they were left out of the social and industrial routine.

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

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

The end is nothing; the road is all.

Where there is great love there are always miracles.

I have not much faith in women in fiction.... Women are so horribly subjective and they have such scorn for the healthy commonplace. When a woman writes a story of adventure, a stout sea tale, a manly battle yarn, anything without wine, women, and love, then I will begin to hope for something great from them, not before.