The Young Do Not Know Enough To

The Bitterest Creature Under Heaven Is The Wife Who Discovers That Her Husband's Bravery Is Only Bravado, That His Strength Is Only A Uniform, That His Power Is But A Gun In The Hands Of A Fool.

No Writer, I Believe, Should Attempt A Novel Before He Is Thirty, And Not Then Unless He Has Been Hopelessly And Helplessly Involved In Life. For The Writer Who Goes Out To Find Material For A Novel, As A Fishermen Goes Out To Sea To Fish, Will Certainly Not Write A Good Novel. Life Has To Be Lived Thoughtlessly, Unconsciously, At Full Tilt And For No Purpose Except Its Own Sake Before It Becomes, Eventually, Good Material For A Novel.

If I Have Learned Anything In My Long Life It Is To Be Grateful For Every Occasion When I Followed My Sympathies And Avoided My Antipathies.

It Is Difficult Not To Wonder Whether That Combination Of Elements Which Produces A Machine For Labor Does Not Create Also A Soul Of Sorts, A Dull Resentful Metallic Will, Which Can Rebel At Times.

Men And Women Should Own The World As A Mutual Possession.