The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on. If you put her in a room with someone, up went her back like a cat's; or she purred.

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.

If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.

There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.

My notion's to think of the human beings first and let the abstract ideas take care of themselves.

The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.