He knows so little and knows it so fluently.
The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.
What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.
convictions ... are always getting in the way of opportunities.
Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?
Yes, I learned long ago that the only satisfaction of authorship lies in finding the very few who understand what we mean. As for outside rewards, there is not one that I have ever discovered.