Resentment opens no door and breeds no courage.

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 - ?

Resentment opens no door and breeds no courage.

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.

Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.

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.

I am glad I worked on a newspaper because it made me know I had to write whether I felt like it or not.