The ideal has many names, and beauty is but one of them.

There is no object to life. To nature nothing matters but the continuation of the species.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

I would sooner read a timetable or a catalog than nothing at all.

The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

In Hollywood, the women are all peaches. It makes one long for an apple occasionally.

Just as the painter thinks with his brush and paints the novelist thinks with his story.