A man had to learn, it was his nature.

Charity you can give even when you haven't got.

You write by sitting down and writing. There's no particular time or place—you suit yourself, your nature. How one works, assuming he's disciplined, doesn't matter.

Completed, most lives were alike in stages of living-joys, celebrations, crises, illusions, losses, sorrows.

We didn't starve but nobody ate chicken unless we were sick or the chicken was.

You could not pity anything if you weren't a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.

Overnight business could go down enough to hurt; yet as a rule it slowly recovered-sometimes it seemed to take forever-went up, not high enough to be really up, only not down.