An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.

In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.

I read my own books sometimes to cheer me when it is hard to write, and then I remember that it was always difficult, and how nearly impossible it was sometimes.

My training was never to drink after dinner nor before I wrote nor while I was writing.

This is a good place," he said. "There's a lot of liquor," I agreed.

For what are we born if not to aid one another?

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one'.... (The man who first said that) was probably a coward.... He knew a great deal about cowards but nothing about the brave. The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them.