Maturity, the way I understand it, is knowing what your limitations are.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.

The New York Daily News suggested that my biggest war crime was not killing myself like a gentleman. Presumably Hitler was a gentleman.

Some automatic device clicked in her big brain, and her knees felt weak, and there was a chilly feeling in her stomach. She was in love with this man. They don't make memories like that anymore

. . . but the Universe is an awfully big place. There is room enough for an awful lot of people to be right about things and still not agree.

I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

The two prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck.