No one should live beyond 30.

Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.

Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

Her voice is full of money.

From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.

There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.