But most important of all, the truth, that dangerous stuff, became beautiful and more precious.

It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended in that golden emotion of love and longing; to be loved without satiety.

An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork.

Some people there are who, being grown; forget the horrible task of learning to read. It is perhaps the greatest single effort that the human undertakes, and he must do it as a child.

The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the town lets wither a time and die.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.