Occupation: Writer Birth: April 15, 1843 Death: February 28, 1916
She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering..
Americans will eat garbage provided you sprinkle it liberally with ketchup..
Art requires, above all things, a suppression of self, a subordination of one's self to an idea..
One might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it sho….
True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one's self; but the point is not only to get out - you must stay out; and to stay out you mus….
Novelist-Citizen of Two Countries Interpreter of his Generation on both Sides of the Sea..
I've struck up a tremendous intimacy with Conte Alberto, and we literally can't live without each other. He is the first object my eyes greet in the ….
I don't want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did..
If this was love, love had been overrated..
Make (the reader) think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications. My values are positively all blanks, ….
We are divided of course between liking to feel the past strange and liking to feel it familiar..
He is the same old sausage, fizzing and sputtering in his own grease..
Adjectives are the sugar of literature and adverbs the salt..
To believe in a child is to believe in the future. Through their aspirations they will save the world. With their combined knowledge the turbulent se….
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature..
His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed..
Every good story is of course both a picture and an idea, and the more they are interfused the better..
I have in my own fashion learned the lesson that life is effort, unremittingly repeated..
The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old ho….
What is either a picture or a novel that is not character?.
I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live..