I am better able to imagine hell than heaven it is my inheritance, I suppose. – Elinor Wylie
In masks outrageous and austere, The years go by in single file But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile. – Elinor Wylie
The face of nature and civilization in this our country is to a certain point a very sufficient literary field. But it will yield its secrets only to a really grasping imagination. To write well and worthily of American things one need even more than elsewhere to be a master. – Henry James