In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

... a man is a very important thing-maybe more important than a star.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.

A good writer always works at the impossible.There is another kind who pulls in his horizons, drops his mind as one lowers rifle sights.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.