There Are Only Two Kinds

Life Can't Ever Really Defeat A Writer Who Is In Love With Writing, For Life Itself Is A Writer's Lover Until Death – Fascinating, Cruel, Lavish, Warm, Cold, Treacherous, Constant.

You Lose In The End Unless You Know How The Wheel Is Fixed Or Can Fix It Yourself.

Any Piece Of Furniture, I Don't Care How Beautiful It Is, Has Got To Be Lived With, And Kicked About, And Rubbed Down, And Mistreated By Servants, And Repolished, And Knocked Around And Dusted And Sat On Or Slept In Or Eaten Off Of Before It Develops Its Real Character ... A Good Deal Like Human Beings.

No One In The United States Has The Right To Own Millions Of Acres Of American Land, I Don't Care How They Came By It.

All The Difference In The World Between The Movies And The Thrill I Get Out Of A Play At The Theater. Ay, Yes! Like Fooling Around With Paper Dolls When You Could Be Playing With A Real Live Baby.