A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.
Theodore DreiserYou walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it?
Theodore DreiserYour writer, your scientist, your chief official, all have lost the power to revive the early illusion concerning fame and high place. Their beauty and delight is like the mirage in the heavens, only plain to the eye outside; within is nothing.
Theodore DreiserLife is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.
Theodore Dreiser