An incinerator is a writer's best friend.

Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover's Corners... Mama and Papa. Good-by to clocks ticking... and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths...and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.

I am my own judge of what truths I shall tell. The truth can do just as much harm as a lie.

The revival in religion will be a rhetorical problem - new persuasive words for defaced or degraded ones.

But there comes a time in everybody's life when he must decide whether he'll live among human beings or nota fool among fools or a fool alone.

Hope, like faith, is nothing if it is not courageous; it is nothing if it is not ridiculous.