I ain't saying you're a liar, because that wouldn't be polite. But I'll tell you this, ma'am. If I loved liars, I'd hug you to death.

Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too.

I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more.

There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem.

When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.

You've got forever; and somehow you can't do much with it. You've got forever; and it's a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators.

I'd been chasing females all my life, not paying no mind to the fact that whatever's got tail at one end has teeth at the other, and now I was getting chomped.

I found out long ago that the place where the law is apt to be abused the most is right around a courthouse.

If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.

A weed is a plant out of place.

Making an effort is the firm foundation to your success. You are worth the effort.

May all your days be filled with twinkles so bright that even in the darkest depths you shine brightly

All wars are popular for the first 30 days.

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

If the women in the factories stopped work for twenty minutes, the Allies would lose the war.

Those who show off do not shine.

Covetousness is a sort of mental gluttony, not confined to money, but craving honor, and feeding on selfishness.

The West has made people too time-conscious, not knowing where they are going but speeding to get there because time is short.

For a sentence is not complete unless each word, once its syllables have been pronounced, gives way to make room for the next.

Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Conscience is but a work that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe: Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law!