All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean.

The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

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

I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people.