The impulse of the American woman to geld her husband and castrate her sons is very strong.

Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.

A kind of second childhood falls on so many men. They trade their violence for the promise of a small increase of life span. In effect, the head of the house becomes the youngest child.

But a man needs company.

Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them.

I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, whereas if I blunder along in blissful ignorance aimed in a fancied direction I get through with no trouble.

So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.