Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

The world organization debates disarmament in one room and, in the next room, moves the knights and pawns that make national arms imperative.

It sometimes takes days, even weeks, before a dog's nerves tire. In the case of terriers it can run into months.

There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer's time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer's time isn't worth the paper he is not writing anything on.