Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.

That Was The Worst Of Being Poor, You Couldn't Give The Right Things In Sickness.

The Only Difference Between A Rut And A Grave Are The Dimensions.

A Good Novel Cannot Be Too Long Or A Bad Novel Too Short.

I Revolted From Sentimentality, Less Because It Was False Than Because It Was Cruel.