Whiskey has killed more men than bullets, but most men would rather be full of whiskey than bullets.

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

It is the dread of something happening, something unknown and dreadful, that makes us do anything to keep the flicker of talk from dying out.

This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.

The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.

The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.