Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.

Strength diminishes when it seems we are spending it in vain.

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.

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 - ?

They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.

Chicago is many things to many people, and to me, it is a place where you can write.

I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.