Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.

Did you ever have a sister? did you?

When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller. When I have a second, I feel superlative. When I have more, there's no holding me.

We have all heard what we wanted to hear! Truth that sounds right to our ears!

Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.

I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it. Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact.

Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.