People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

When a man publishes a book, there are so many stupid things said that he declares he'll never do it again. The praise is almost always worse than the criticism.

People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.

The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.

Work accomplished means little. It is in the past. What we all want is the glorious and living present.