A painter can hang his pictures, but a writer can only hang himself.

Evil, which is our companion all our days, is not to be treated as a foe. It is wrong to cocker vice, but we grow narrow and pithless if we are furtive about it, for this is at best a pretense, and the sage knows good and evil are kindred. The worst of men harm others, and the best injure themselves.

Man pines to live but cannot endure the days of his life.

No country has suffered so much from the ruins of war while being at peace as the American.

I would rather take hellebore than spend a conversation with a good, little man.

We are always talking about being together, and yet whatever we invent destroys the family, and makes us wild, touchless beasts feeding on technicolor prairies and rivers.

We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.