Women, like men, ought to have their youth so glutted with freedom they hate the very idea of freedom.

[The writer] catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.

Among the many problems which beset the novelist, not the least weighty is the choice of the moment at which to begin his novel.

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?

I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.