Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey

The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.

Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.

Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well

Easy writing makes hard reading.

To stay in places and to leave, to trust, to distrust, to no longer believe and believe again, . . . to watch the snow come, to watch it go, to hear rain on a tent, to know where I can find what I want.