All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.

There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.

Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.

The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.

Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.

Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.

justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.