Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and permanent, no good comes from crying. Nothing changes for them. They usually know this, but still can’t help crying.

He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.

Numbers constitute the only universal language.

Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?

Betty took him for a walk in the zoo and he was amused by her evident belief in the curative power of animals. She seemed to think that it must steady him to look at a buffalo.

It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless, even horrible, the results of that need are. But it is easy to sigh. Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.