And you know what it is? San Francisco a golden handcuff with the key thrown away.

He had an idea that even when beaten he could steal a little victory by laughing at defeat.

There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.

But I think that because they trusted themselves and respected themselves as individuals, because they knew beyond doubt that they were valuable and potentially moral units -- because of this they could give God their own courage and dignity and then receive it back. Such things have disappeared perhaps because men do not trust themselves anymore, and when that happens there is nothing left except perhaps to find some strong sure man, even though he may be wrong, and to dangle from his coattails.

All we got is the family unbroke.

I do want to make it very convincing. And the best way to do that is to put most of it in dialogue.

One must withdraw for a time from life in order to set down that picture.