The more people one has to love, the more one's capacity to love stretches.

I have known female whores who spoke very bitterly of their calling. "If they don't like my face, they can put a cushion over it. I know it's not that they're interested in." But to the boys this profession never seemed shameful. It was their daytime occupations for which they felt the need to apologize. In some instances, these were lower class or humdrum or, worst of all, unfeminine. At least whoring was never that.

The law is simply expediency wearing a long white dress.

If love means anything at all it means extending your hand to the unlovable.

All America is much the same.

No effort is required to define or even attain happiness, but enormous concentration is needed to abandon everything else.

To lose is not always failure.