Baseball is a game played by idiots for morons.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

I'm restless. My whole generation is restless. I'm sick of a system where the richest man gets the most beautiful girl if he wants her, where the artist without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer. Even if I had no talents I'd not be content to work ten years, condemned either to celibacy or a furtive indulgence, to give some man's son an automobile.

I have lived hard and ruined the essential innocence [sic] in myself that could make it that possible [sic], and the fact that I have abused liquor is something to be paid for with suffering and death perhaps but not renunciation.

She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.

A man's social rank is determined by the amount of bread he eats in a sandwich.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.