The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.

Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

Oh, he’s an old friend from the West,” said Eden easily. “I won’t introduce you, because he doesn’t like people. He’s a recluse. Good-bye.