Everybody's Tragedy Is Somebody's Nuisance.

But To Write - That Is Grief And Labor; And To Read What One Has Written - How Unlike The Story As One Saw It; How Dull, How Spirtless - That Is Enough To Send One Weeping To Bed.

When A Person That One Loves Is In The World And Alive And Well, And Pleased To Be In The World, Then To Miss Them Is Only A New Flavor, A Salt Sharpness In Experience. It Is When The Beloved Is Unhappy Or Maimed Or Troubled That One Misses With Pain.

I Can't Think Why I Was Cursed With This Inordinate Desire To Write, If The High Gods Weren't Going To Give Me Some More Adquate Means Of Expressing Myself Than That Which My Present Pedestrian Prose Affords.

[on Golf:] One Of The Most Distressing Defects Of Civilization.

Question Everyone In Authority, And See That You Get Sensible Answers To Your Questions ... Questioning Does Not Mean The End Of Loving, And Loving Does Not Mean The Abnegation Of Intelligence. Vow As Much Love To Your Country As You Like ... But, I Implore You, Do Not Forget To Question.