What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.
The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!
We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.
We talk about the American Dream, and want to tell the world about the American Dream, but what is that Dream, in most cases, but the dream of material things? I sometimes think that the United States for this reason is the greatest failure the world has ever seen.