In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it."

I believe that time, with its infinite understanding, will one day forgive me.

What can a man do to move along in some kind of grace through his days and years?

Every artist is in everything he creates, and indeed if the truth is told, every person is in his life, in his work, whatever his work may be, and this is visible in his face, figure, stance, movement, and totality.

No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend,and there are many more of these than one would suspect.

It is a pity, in my opinion, that no prize exists for the writer who best refrains from adding to the world's bad books.

Writers are a fascinating breed, because there are so many kinds of them, they are made by so many circumstances, conditions, and mysteries, and there are so many ways for writing to be done.