The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.

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

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

A bottle of wine was good company.

Summer is a discouraging time to work - you don't feel death coming on the way it does in the fall when the boys really put pen to paper.

Humility is not disgraceful, and carries no loss of true pride.

But you always fall for somebody else and then it's all right. Fall for them but don't let them ruin you.