Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.

You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.

I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed.

These are the days of bootleg love.

Some American writers who have known each other for years have never met in the daytime or when both were sober.