It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship.

I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.

To be an American and unable to play baseball is comparable to being a Polynesian and unable to swim.

Only the opium eater truly understands the pain of death.

Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house.

People look for morals in fiction because there has always been a confusion between fiction and philosophy.