For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day.

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.

All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.

Don't get discouraged because there's a lot of mechanical work to writing. I rewrote the first part of Farewell to Arms at least fifty times.

Wine is a grand thing," I said. "It makes you forget all the bad.

The cat has complete emotional honesty - an attribute not often found in humans.