The sad ones are those who waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain.

No one knows my ability the way I do. I am pushing against it all the time.

His ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.

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.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

Charley is a mind-reading dog. There have been many trips in his lifetime, and often he has to be left at home. He knows we are going long before the suitcase has come out, and he paces and worries and whines and goes into a state of mild hysteria.

Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper.