Chance acquaintances are sometimes the most memorable, for brief friendships have such definite starting and stopping points that they take on a quality of art, of a whole thing, which cannot be broken or spoiled.

In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it."

The mad also laugh, or is that what Freud and the others discovered perhaps, that only the mad laugh?

What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then, and he doesn't know how to say what he feels or means, so he cries and runs off a little, trying to find out where to go, for God's sake. Where can you go?

The best that can be said for anybody is probably that you misunderstood him favorably.

The Tax Collector's letters are invariably mimeographed, and all they say is that you still haven't paid him.

If you give to a thief he cannot steal from you, and he is no longer a thief.