It's the safety valve of middle life, and the solace of age.
I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.
A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.
The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.
I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.
Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.