Money is not nice. Money got no friends but more money.

Nearly everyone has his box of secret pain.

The utter insanity of living in a place like this doesn't occur to the 9,000,000 people who inhabit New York. Except for visits I think I shall not be here any more as a resident.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

Lennie begged, "Le's do it now. Le's get that place now." "Sure right now. I gotta. We gotta.

All men are moral. Only their neighbors are not.

When I was very young and the urge to be someplace was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch.