Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.

I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one... just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.