But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.

Fish," he said, "I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.

I am trying to make, before I get through, a picture of the whole world--or as much of it as I have seen. Boiling it down always, rather than spreading it out too thin. (On Writing.)

There are two kinds of stories, the ones you live and the ones you make up. And nobody knows the difference, and I don't ever tell which is which.

They arrested us after breakfast.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also I have no understanding of it.