At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.
An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster… (read more)
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.
In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have… (read more)
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more… (read more)