So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Shakespeare--whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.

We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their Congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they can't. Too many voices, too much scattered, illogical ill-considered criticism.

There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.

No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

Life cracked like ice!

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.