It was a day as different from other days as dogs are from cats and both of them from chrysanthemums or tidal waves or scarlet fever.

One man was so mad at me that he ended his letter, "Beware. You will never get out of this world alive."

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policies and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.

If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor in hisself, there ain't no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he can do 'll make him feel rich.

A good writer always works at the impossible.

A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.

I know a little bit about a great many things and not enough about any one to make a living in these times.