No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.

You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread.

There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him.

Perhaps I am still very much of an American. That is to say, naïve, optimistic, gullible. In the eyes of a European, what am I but an American to the core, an American who exposes his Americanism like a sore. Like it or not, I am a product of this land of plenty, a believer in superabundance, a believer in miracles.

To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of staying awake long enough to let the idea soak in.

You start out with the sublime and you end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.

The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.