Nobody, but nobody, is going to tell me I'm not the most. I am. I was the most when everybody else was struggling bitterly to become a little.

I believe that time, with its infinite understanding, will one day forgive me.

People are people. Don't be afraid of them.

You must not be unkind, especially when it happens that you're right.

What can a man do to move along in some kind of grace through his days and years?

Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

How do you write? You write, man, you write, that's how, and you do it the way the old English walnut tree puts forth leaf and fruit every year by the thousands. . . . If you practice an art faithfully, it will make you wise, and most writers can use a little wising up.