Sometimes I think there are two kinds of people - the autobiographists and the biographists.

Islands are gregarious animals, they decorate the ocean in conveys.

Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive.

The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.

Americans were people who wanted to leave every place better than they found it, to leave every man more of a man than they found him. ... Americans could open doors to almost all that was admirable - it was their misfortune, not their fault, that movies and victrolas and advertisements squeezed in when they opened the door.

a committee, of course, exists for the purpose of damping enthusiasms.

The music paled like a candle and went out.