True goodness is an inward grace, not an outward necessity.
Tilling the fertile soil of man’s vanity.
In the past few years, I have made a thrilling discovery … that until one is over sixty, one can never really learn the secret of living. One can then begin to live, not simply with the intense part of oneself, but with one’s entire being.
The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.
… to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.
Like all born politicians, their eye was for the main chance rather than for the argument, and they found it easier to forswear a conviction than to forego a comfort.
A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.
Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie.
So long as the serpent continues to crawl on the ground, the primary influence of woman will be indirect.
Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.
Only on the surface of things have I ever trod the beaten path. So long as I could keep from hurting anyone else, I have lived, as completely as it was possible, the life of my choice. I have been free. . . . I have done the work I wished to do for the sake of that work alone.
1. Always wait between books for the springs to fill up and flow over. 2. Always preserve within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reveries. 3. Always, and as far as it is possible, endeavor to touch life on every side; but keep the central vision of the mind, the inmost light, untouched and untouchable.
To seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.
irony is an indispensable ingredient of the critical vision; it is the safest antidote to sentimental decay.
Do you know there is always a barrier between me and any man or woman who does not like dogs?
It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.
I haven’t much opinion of words. They’re apt to set fire to a dry tongue, that’s what I say.
I never saw the man yet that came out of politics as clean as he went into ’em.
It is easy to convince a man who already thinks as you do.
The pathos of life is worse than the tragedy.
Spring, which germinated in the earth, moved also with a strange restlessness, in the hearts of… women. As the weeks passed, inextinguishable hope, which mounts with the rising sap, looked from their faces.
Nobody, not even the old, not even the despairing, wished to come to an end in time or in eternity.
The government’s like a mule, it’s slow and it’s sure; it’s slow to turn, and it’s sure to turn the way you don’t want it.
Knowledge, like experience, is valid in fiction only after it has dissolved and filtered down through the imagination into reality.
If broken hearts could kill, the earth would be as dead as the moon.
It is only in the heart that anything really happens.
What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.
Cynicism is a sure sign of youth.
Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.
In her single person she managed to produce the effect of a majority.
Women are one of the Almighty’s enigmas to prove to men that He knows more than they do.
No life is so hard that you can’t make it easier by the way you take it for example by seeing it how it could be worse and then being grateful it isn’t.
No one in the modern world is more lonely than the writer with a literary conscience.
I am inclined to believe that a man may be free to do anything he pleases if only he will accept responsibility for whatever he does.
But youth isn’t happy. Youth is sadder than age.