The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.
One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.
I sent the club a wire stating, PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER.
Many people weigh the guilt they will feel against the pleasure of the forbidden action they want to take.
The toughest question has always been, "How do you get your ideas?" How do you answer that? It's like asking runners how they run, or singers how they sing. They just do it!