It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.

A man'll seem like a person to a woman, year in, year out. She'll put up and she'll put up. Then one day he'll do something maybe no worse than what he's been a-doing all his life. She'll look at him. And without no warning he'll look like a varmint.

Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.

No, I most certainly do not think advertising people are wonderful. I think they are horrible, and the worst menace to mankind, next to war; perhaps ahead of war. They stand for the material viewpoint, for the importance of possessions, of desire, of envy, of greed. And war comes from these things.

to comfort any mortal against loneliness, one other is enough.

Living was no longer the grief behind him, but the anxiety ahead.

Words began fights and words ended them.