We get very little wisdom from success, you know.

Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.

I can't hate for long. It isn't worth it.

When I began to wait to live I really began to wait to die.

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?

Sunday is the day people go quietly mad, one way or another.

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