I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.
Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.
Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.
Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.
Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.