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

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

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

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood.

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

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.

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.