Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers.

His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly." All his life was in that line.

In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.