But a man's character is his fate... and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.

Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.

I have begun in old age to understand...that we seldom if ever realize how generous we are to ourselves, and just how stingy with others.

The only real distinction at this dangerous moment in human history and cosmic development has nothing to do with medals and ribbons. Not to fall asleep is distinguished. Everything else is mere popcorn.

A novel is balanced between a few true impressions and the multitude of false ones that make up most of what we call life.

Certain blood will be given for half certain reasons, as in all wars.

The more realistic you are the more you threaten the grounds of your own art.