There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

The artist isn't particularly keen on getting a thing done, as you call it. He gets his pleasure out of doing it, playing with it, fooling with it, if you like. The mere completion of it is an incident.

There is nothing like a start, and being born, however pessimistic one may become in later years, is undeniably a start.

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.

There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.

An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul?

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.