In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.

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

In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.

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

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

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.