Human sympathy has its limits.

The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.

If you try to create a type, you may end with nothing. If you do a good job of creating an individual, you may succeed at creating a type.

Eighteen might look at thirty-four through a rising mist of adolescence, but twenty-two would see thirty-eight with discerning clarity.

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.

New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world. The returning troops marched up Fifth Avenue and girls were instinctively drawn East and North toward them - this was the greatest nation and there was gala in the air.

Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.