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| A culture is made -- or destroyed -- by its articulate voices. | | Ayn Rand | |
| A mediocre mind thinks it writes divinely; a good mind thinks it writes reasonably | | Jean de la Bruyere | |
| All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time. | | Ernest Hemingway | |
| An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards. | | F. Scott Fitzgerald | |
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| As to 'Don Juan,' confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? | | Lord Byron | |
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| For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can. | | Ernest Hemingway | |
| Give me six lines written by the most honorable of men, and I will find an excuse in them to hang him | | Cardinal Richelieu | |
| He writes so well he makes me feel like putting the quill back in the goose | | Fred Allen | |
| Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years. | | Carl Sandburg | |
| I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others | | Moliere | |
| I am never going to have anything more to do with politics or politicians. When this war is over I shall confine myself entirely to writing and painting. | | Winston Churchill | |
| I am opposed to writing about the private lives of living authors and psychoanalyzing them while they are alive. Criticism is getting all mixed up with a combination of the Junior F.B.I.-men, discards from Freud and Jung and a sort of Columnist peep- | | Ernest Hemingway | |
| I have learned that it is far easier to write a speech about good advertising than it is to write a good ad. | | Leo Burnett | |
| I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature. | | John Steinbeck | |
| I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it. | | Ernest Hemingway | |
