William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. "In the time of your life--live!" That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

Things have a way of turning out so badly.

Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.

Physical beauty is passing - a transitory possession - but beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart - I have all these things - aren't taken away but grow! Increase with the years!

The only unforgivable sin is deliberate cruelty.

America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.