The best part of married life is the fights. The rest is merely so-so.

Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.

There are the stars--doing their old, old crisscross journeys in the sky. Scholars haven't settled the matter yet, but they seem to think there are no living beings out there. Just chalk... or fire. Only this one is straining away, straining away all the time to make something of itself. Strain's so bad that every sixteen hours everybody lies down and gets a rest.

the whole purport of literature...is the notation of the heart. Style is but the faintly contemptible vessel in which the bitter liquid is recommended to the world.

Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?

Only it seems to me that once in your life before you die you ought to see a country where they don't talk in English and don't even want to.

It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.