Occupation: Writer Birth: June 15, 1881 Death: July 2, 1966
The artist isn't particularly keen on getting a thing done, as you call it. He gets his pleasure out of doing it, playing with it, fooling with it, i….
Woman dwell always in the palace of unpalatable truth and never by any chance is there a magic talisman to save them from their destiny. Speech is th….
There is nothing like an odor to stir memories..
A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God an….
It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark..
Fear, born of the stern matron Responsibility, sits on one's shoulders like some heavy imp of darkness, and one is preoccupied and, possibly, cantank….
Wives invariably flourish when deserted; ... it is the deserting male, the reckless idealist rushing about the world seeking a non-existent felicity,….
There is a pleasure unknown to the landsman in reading at sea..
There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has m….
If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow..
It may be that, while we plodding realists go on, for ever preoccupied with our daily chores, abstracting a microscopic pleasure from each microscopi….
The artist in his teens who is happy is a charlatan. Life comes bursting in all around lis too suddenly, too crudely, too cruelly, for happiness..
It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold..
There are some men whom a staggering emotional shock, so far from making them mental invalids for life, seems, on the other hand, to awaken, to galva….
Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!.
The wives who are not deserted, but who have to feed and clothe and comfort and scold and advise, are the true objects of commiseration; wives whose ….
There is nothing like a start, and being born, however pessimistic one may become in later years, is undeniably a start..
One must choose between obscurity with efficiency, and fame with its inevitable collateral of bluff..
The world is not interested in the storms you encountered, but did you bring in the ship?.
An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul?.
The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool..