The mind has its own logic but does not often let others in on it.

Something can be done with people who put pickled onions in: strangulation seems best.

Art is the terms of an armistice signed with fate.

The achieved West had given the United States something that no people had ever had before, an internal, domestic empire.

When evening quickens in the street, comes a pause in the day's occupation that is known as the cocktail hour. It marks the lifeward turn. The heart wakens from coma and its dyspnea ends. Its strengthening pulse is to cross over into campground, to believe that the world has not been altogether lost or, if lost, then not altogether in vain.

A novelist has mad a fictional representation of life. I doing so, he has revealed to us more significance, it may be, than he could find in life itself.

The dawn of knowledge is usually the false dawn.