There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

When the lightning strikes one of us, it strikes both

I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

I have never wished there was a God to call on- I have often wished there was a God to thank.