We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

There's nothing like mixing with women to bring out all the foolishness in a man of sense.

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.

People a thousand years from now - this is the way we were in the provinces north of New York at the beginning of the 20th century. This is the way we were: in our growing up and in our marrying and in our living and in our living and in our dying.

Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.

Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world are fools and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.

I am convinced that, except in a few extraordinary cases, one form or another of an unhappy childhood is essential to the formation of exceptional gifts.