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

I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living.

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.

...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.

You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.