Most people never listen.

Some people show evil as a great racehorse shows breeding. They have the dignity of a hard chancre.

The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

The first draft of anything is sh*t.

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

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.