The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

No decent career was ever founded on a public.

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.

You can stroke people with words.

Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you’ll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people’s luck.