I want to live in a world capital or the howling wilderness.

I do not understand the world, but I watch it's progress.

There are so many things that we are capable of, that we could be or do. The potentialities are so great that we never, any of us, are more than one-fourth fulfilled.

Life comes first, an art not rooted in human experience is not worth a damn, but different kinds of minds have different kinds of experience, and all I ask of any man is validity; and there should be place for every type and kind of mind.

I get so tired of moral bookkeeping.

Physical infidelity is the signal, the notice given, that all fidelities are undermined.

. . . all that she had had, and all that she had missed, were lost together, and were twice lost in this landslide of remembered losses.