Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late into the summer dusk down in the busy city for young Hildegarde whom he loved; the days before that when he sat smoking far into the night in the gloomy old Button house on Monroe Street with his grandfather-all these had faded like unsubstantial dreams from his mind as though they had never been. He did not remember.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want

How different it all was from what you'd planned.