Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.

Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.

Im an American. Weve translated democracy and brotherhood and equality into enterprise and opportunity and success - and thats getting Americanised.

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.

But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?

Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.

A clock is a little machine that shuts us out from the wonder of time.