Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

I want leisure to read—an immense amount.

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

Beware the artist who's an intellectual also. The artist who doesn't fit.

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.