...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.

If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.

He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.

She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling

Civilization begins with distillation

The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends.

I imagine as long as people will continue to read novels, people will continue to write them, or vice versa; unless of course the pictorial magazines and comic strips finally atrophy man's capacity to read, and literature really is on its way back to the picture writing in the Neanderthal cave.