“The trouble with life (the novelist will feel) is its amorphousness, its ridiculous fluidity. Look at it: thinly plotted, largely themeless, sentimental and ineluctably trite. The dialogue is poor, or at least violently uneven. The twists are either predictable or sensationalist. And it's always the same beginning; and the same ending …”

“We are not the same people that we have been, either in our social characteristics, in our patriotic sentiments, or in the tone of our moral and religious feelings.”

“In those early amorphous years of life, when memory had only just begun, when life was full of Beginnings and no Ends, and everything was Forever”

“I freely admit I'm confused. I'm a confused and troubled individual but at the same time… Its Free!”

“When the same person or persons (or the same type of person) leads a movement from its inception to maturity, it usually ends in disaster.”

“From the greatest to the smallest, happiness and usefulness are largely found in the same soul, and the joy of life is won in its deepest and truest sense only by those who have not shirked life's burdens.”

“Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.”

“That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.”

“It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.”

“Someday the old shack we call the world will fall apart. How, we don't know, and we don't really care either. Since nothing has real substance, and life is a twirl in the void, its beginning and its end are meaningless.”