It is the writer's privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart.

So vast, so limitless in capacity is man's imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream.

People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it.

To me, all human behavior is unpredictable and, considering man's frailty... and... the ramshackle universe he functions in, it's... all irrational.

History is not was, it is.

It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.

The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.