No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.