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.

I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.

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 - ?

The only man who knows just what he thinks at the present moment is the man who hasn't done any new thinking in the past ten years.

... you can't put out a light just because it may light the wrong person.

To cease to love -- that is defeat.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.