There are 10 men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

Love your neighbor as yourself; but don't take down the fence.

I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.

I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.

I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.

I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.