The writer in America isn't part of the culture of this country. He's like a fine dog. People like him around, but he's of no use.

I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem with decency and self-respect and whatever courage is demanded, is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from.

Pouring out liquor is like burning books.

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.

You must always know the past, for there is no real Was, there is only Is.

It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.

I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone.