It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.

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

Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.

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.

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

Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together.

After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.