It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

No one should live beyond 30.

Aristocracy's only an admission that certain traits which we call fine - courage and honor and beauty and all that sort of thing - can best be developed in a favorable environment, where you don't have the warpings of ignorance and necessity.

This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness.

Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement. Discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint.

Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.

The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.