Any eye is an evil eye That looks in on to a mood apart.

I was under twenty when I deliberately put it to myself one night after good conversation that there are moments when we actually touch in talk what the best writing can only come near. The curse of our book language is not so much that it keeps forever to the same set phrases . . . but that it sounds forever with the same reading tones. We must go out into the vernacular for tones that haven't been brought to book.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are.

A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.

The best way out is always through.

If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.