We work in the dark -- we do what we can -- we give what we have.
She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.
One can't judge till one's forty; before that we're too eager, too hard, too cruel, and in addition much too ignorant.
Art is nothing more than the shadow of humanity.
Autobiography may be the preeminent kind of American expression.
Cats and monkeys; monkeys and cats; all human life is there.