Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of any help except by being kind, generous, and patient.

I'm an egotist, but I'm not selfish. There's a difference. I'm a neurotic, I guess. I can't stop thinking about myself. It isn't that I think myself so important. I simply can't think about anything else, that's all.

What seems nasty, painful, evil can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind.

I struggled in the beginning. I said I was going to write the truth, so help me God. And I thought I was. I found I couldn't. Nobody can write the absolute truth.

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.

Many is the mirage I chased. Always I was overreaching myself. The oftener I touched reality, the harder I bounced back to the world of illusion, which is the name for everyday life.

Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.