A man is more than one being in his life. If the last persists, why not the first? If there be a hereafter for his age, why not for his youth?

The grief of childhood is terrible while it lasts, it is so abandoned and so all-possessing.

New York has always prided itself on its bad manners. That is the real source of our strength.

A little superstition is a good thing to keep in one's bag of precautions.

The only two good words that can be said for a hurricane are that it gives sufficient warning of its approach, and that it blows from one point of the compass at a time.

The only real rival of love is Art, for that in itself is a deep personal passion, its function an act of creation, fed by some mysterious perversion of sex, and demanding all the imagination's activities.

Success is a great healer.