What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."

It is in general true that in order to create works of art one has to have leisure. On the other hand I think that one needs to experience resistance in a practical sense, and even that which is poignant to bring out what makes easy reading for others. Too much deprivation of course, means death.

he who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.

A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.

As contagion of sickness makes sickness, contagion of trust can make trust.