Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

Day by day. No yesterdays and no tomorrows. The barometer never changes, the flag is always at half-mast.

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

But you can’t put fight into a man’s guts if he hasn’t any fight in him. There are some of us so cowardly that you can’t ever make heroes of us, not even if you frighten us to death. We know too much, maybe. There are some of us who don’t live in the moment, who live a little ahead, or a little behind.

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

We create our fate every day . . . most of the ills we suffer from are directly traceable to our own behavior.