If the wind rises it can push us against the flood when it comes.

One cat just leads to another." [Letter from Finca Vigia, Cuba, to his first wife, Elizabeth Hadley Richardson (1943).]

Don't you like to write letters? I do because it's such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you've done something.

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

The most beautiful fighting machine I have ever seen

The writer's job is to tell the truth.

The better the writers the less they will speak about what they have written themselves.