Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio.

You ought to dream. All our biggest businessmen have been dreamers.

She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.

The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio.

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

I think you should learn about writing from everybody who has ever written that has anything to teach you