To many people, dramatic criticism must seem like an attempt to tattoo soap bubbles.

He played the king as if afraid someone else would play the ace.

A good conversationalist is not one who remembers what was said, but says what someone wants to remember.

Nowhere are prejudices more mistaken for truth, passion for reason and invective for documentation than in politics.

No man, with a man's heart in him gets far on his way without some bitter, soul-searching disappointment. Happy is he who is brave enough to push on to another stage of the journey.

Charm is a glow within a woman which casts a most becoming light on others.

Reasoning with a child is fine, if you can reach the child's reason without destroying your own.

It is in the hard, hard rockpile labor of seeking to win, hold, or deserve a reader's interest that the pleasant agony of writing again comes in.

So often we rob tomorrow's memories by today's economies.

The purpose of writing is to hold a mirror to nature, but too much today is written from small mirrors in vanity cases.

Even when the facts are available, most people seem to prefer the legend, and refuse to believe the truth when it in any way dislodges the myth.

If you've ever been homesick, or felt exiled from all the things and people that once defined you, you'll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be.

Evil triumphs when good men refuse to call it evil

He said that he was sure you would be amendable to this course of action." April paused, eyes widening, before she said indignantly, "I believe he may have lied to me!

Communism is the friend of the ideologue, and the enemy of mankind.

The bad novelist constructs his characters; he directs them and makes them speak. The true novelist listens to them and watches them act; he hears their voices even before he knows them.

Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.

It's pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated weirdness.

Gotta keep moving; can't stop; stagnation kills.

The reaction that a ruthless dictator sets up in us either that of awe or pity according respectively as we react to him violently on nonviolently.

I just don't like big guys who speak cryptically and act like they understand the language better than me.