Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I'd take Scotch. It's the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find.

You must always know the past, for there is no real Was, there is only Is.

Surely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own.

When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again.

This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them.

Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.