We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.

I don't know exactly how it's done. I let it alone a good deal.

I've discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, 'To hell with you.'

Also, he was smoking a cigar, and when a man is smoking a cigar, wearing a hat, he has an advantage; it is harder to find out how he feels.

A man may say, "From now on I'm going to speak the truth." But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he's even done speaking.

It seems, after all that there are no nonpeculiar people.

A person either creates or destroys. There is no neutrality.