Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 5, 1870 Death: October 25, 1902
No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness..
I never truckled. I never took off the hat to Fashion and held it out for pennies. I told them the truth. They liked it or they didn't like it. What ….
Always blame conditions, not men.
No art that is not in the end understood by the People can live or ever did live a single generation..
Evil is short lived. Never judge of the whole round of life by the mere segment you can see. The whole is, in the end, perfect..
[The Muse of our Fiction of the future] will lead you - if you are humble and honest with her - straight into a World of Working Men, crude of speech….
Fancy a novel about Chicago or Buffalo, let us say, or Nashville, Tennessee! There are just three big cities in the United States that are 'story cit….
The function of the novelist... is to comment upon life as he sees it..
Things can happen in some cities and the tale of them will be interesting: the same story laid in another city would be ridiculous..
Truth is a thing immortal and perpetual, and it gives to us a beauty that fades not away in time..