Learn young about hard work and manners - and you'll be through the whole dirty mess and nicely dead again before you know it.

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.

Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.

Dear, don't think of getting out of bed yet. I've always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous.

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

He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

There’s a writer for you,” he said. “Knows everything and at the same time he knows nothing.” [narrator]It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writers—because if you ask a writer anything you usually get an answer—still it belittled him in my eyes. Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying—only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.