These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?

Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes.

All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.

I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.

Oh you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

Everyone says he's sincere, but everyone isn't sincere. If everyone was sincere who says he's sincere there wouldn't be half so many insincere ones in the world and there would be lots, lots, lots more really sincere ones!