Nobody knows what you want except you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Wanting some other way to live is proof enough of deserving it. Having it is hard work, but not having it is sheer hell.

Writers are interesting people, but often mean and petty.

I'm too old to recover, too narrow to forgive myself.

Things start out as hopes and end up as habits.

Fear comes with middle age.

God forgives those who invent what they need.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions, even though I long ago came to the conclusion that I was not a political person and could have no comfortable place in any political group.