By an epiphany he meant a sudden spiritual manifestation, whether in the vulgarity of speech or of gesture or memorable phrase of the mind itself. He believed it was for the man of letters to record these epiphanies with extreme care (saving them for later use, that is), seeing that they themselves are the most delicate and evanescent of moments.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

Shut your eyes and see.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

They lived and laughed and loved and left.

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

Deal with him, Hemingway!