I want leisure to read—an immense amount.
I hate dainty minds,' answered Marjorie. 'But a girl has to be dainty in person. If she looks like a million dollars she can talk about Russia, ping-pong, or the League of Nations and get away with it...
He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.
General Grant invented this kind of battle at Petersburg in sixty- five. No, he didn't--he just invented mass butchery. This kind of battle was invented by Lewis Carroll and Jules Verne and whoever wr...
Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.
Once upon a time all the men of mind and genius in the world became of one belief- that is to say, of no belief. But it wearied them to think that within a few years after their death many cults and s...
You don't write because you want to say something. You write because you have something to say.
Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.
My imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
People over forty can seldom be permanently convinced of anything. At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
Life cracked like ice!
I'm a cynical idealist.
I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.
He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.
And then, one fairy night, May became June.
For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.
Then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses.
Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him i...