Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.

I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.

Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.

There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.

Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.

Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.