I haven’t much opinion of words. They’re apt to set fire to a dry tongue, that’s what I say.
I suppose I am a born novelist, for the things I imagine are more vital and vivid to me than the things I remember.
There wouldn’t be half as much fun in the world if it weren’t for children and men, and there ain’t a mite of difference between them under their skins.
Women like to sit down with trouble as if it were knitting.
No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.
Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.
I’m not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.
He knows so little and knows it so fluently.
The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.
He felt with the force of a revelation that to throw up the clods of earth manfully is as beneficent as to revolutionize the world. It was not the matter of the work, but the mind that went into it, that counted—and the man who was not content to do small things well would leave great things undone.
Women are one of the Almighty’s enigmas to prove to men that He knows more than they do.
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.
Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.
I agree with every word you write, and I can prove this in no better way than by taking your advice from beginning to end.
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