Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.
No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
Love of man for woman - love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life… (read more)
I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt… (read more)
I will see this game of life out to its bitter end.
I wrote for nearly six hours. When I stopped, the dark mood, as if by magic, had folded its cloak… (read more)