Understand now, I'm purely a fiction writer and do not profess to be an earnest student of political science, but I believe strongly that such a law as one prohibiting liquor is foolish, and all the writers, keenly interested in human welfare whom I know, laugh at the prohibition law.

Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. --The Sensible Thing

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.

How strange to have failed as a social creature—even criminals do not fail that way—they are the law's "Loyal Opposition," so to speak. But the insane are always mere guests on earth, eternal strangers carrying around broken decalogues that they cannot read.

An unread book is just a block of paper.

he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.