The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer’s life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.

It’s the safety valve of middle life, and the solace of age.

The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer’s life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.

I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.

A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it’s all over.

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.