That was always my experience-a poor boy in a rich town; a poor boy in a rich boy's school; a poor boy in a rich man's club at Princeton .... However, I have never been able to forgive the rich for being rich, and it has colored my entire life and works.

The truth was that for some months he had been going through that partitioning of the things of youth wherein it is decided whether or not to die for what one no longer believes.

smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road.

He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

Young people do not perceive at once that the giver of wounds is the enemy and the quoted tattle merely the arrow.

There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.

There are no second acts in American lives.