"I was counting the waves", replied Amory gravely, "I'm going in for statistics".

Once a change of direction has begun, even though it's the wrong one, it still tends to clothe itself as thoroughly in the appurtenances of Tightness as if it had been a natural all along.

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

I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon.

An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.