Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.

sometimes i wish i'd been an englishman; american life is so damned dumb and stupid and healthy

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.

It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."

I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.