Man hoards himself when he has nothing to give away.

It takes a long time to understand nothing.

No people require maxims so much as the American. The reason is obvious: the country is so vast, the people always going somewhere, from Oregon apple valley to boreal New England, that we do not know whether to be temperate orchards or sterile climate.

We cannot live, suffer or die for somebody else, for suffering is too precious to be shared.

To write is a humiliation.

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

A man who can be entertaining for a full day will be in his grave by night-fall.