I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!

The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.

The sign of intelligence is the ability to carry opposed thoughts at the same time.

God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing. You may fool me, but you can't fool God!

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.