As it had alway done, the movement and experience of the train, filled him whith a sense of triumph, joy and luxury.

Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

If a man has talent and can't use it, he's failed. If he uses only half of it, he has partly failed. If he uses the whole of it, he has succeeded, and won a satisfaction and triumph few men ever know.

America -- it is a fabulous country, the only fabulous country; it is the only place where miracles not only happen, but where they happen all the time.

If a man has a talent and cannot use it, he has failed. If he has a talent and uses only half of it, he has partly failed. If he has a talent and learns somehow to use the whole of it, he has gloriously succeeded, and won a satisfaction and a triumph few men ever know.

Publishing is a very mysterious business. It is hard to predict what kind of sale or reception a book will have, and advertising seems to do very little good.

You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, ... back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame ... back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time-back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

Man is born to live, to suffer, and to die, and what befalls him is a tragic lot. There is no denying this in the final end. But we must deny it all along the way.

Making the world safe for hypocrisy.

There's no sight on earth more appealing than that of a woman making dinner for someone she loves.

The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

And who shall say -- whatever disenchantment follows -- that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?

Death the last voyage, the longest, and the best.

Death the last voyage, the longest and the best.

What I had to face, the very bitter lesson that everyone who wants to write has got to learn, was that a thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript one hopes to publish.

So, then, to every man his chance -- to every man, regardless of his birth, his shining, golden opportunity -- to every man the right to live, to work, to be himself, and to become whatever thing his manhood and his vision can combine to make him -- this, seeker, is the promise of America.

Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.

America ... it is the only place where miracles not only happen, but where they happen all the time.