It is cremated youth. It is all yours--no one gave it to you.

No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

The soul cannot be humbled by fasts and prayer; it must be broken by mortal sin to experience forgiveness of sin and rise to a state of grace. Otherwise, religion is nothing but dead logic.

There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.

If youth did not matter so much to itself, it would never have the heart to go on.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.