Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?

Treasure this day and Treasure yourself, truly, neither will ever happen again.

They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.

If you write a hundred short stories and they're all bad, that doesn't mean you've failed. You fail only if you stop writing.

Garrett," said Stendahl, "do you know why I've done this to you? Because you burned Mr. Poe's books without really reading them. You took other people's advice that they needed burning. Otherwise you'd have realized what I was going to do to you when we came down here a moment ago. Ignorance is fatal, Mr. Garrett.

Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt

All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try.