Politicians are leeches, mostly.
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
Don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else.
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance to a banquet hall in Valhalla.
Phooey, I say, on all white-shoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day.
I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.
[On Brazil:] In our country everything is weakening. The money is weak. Democracy is weak and the politicians are very weak. Everything that is weak dies one day.
Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.
Love can transmute all duties into privileges, all responsibilities into joys.
I do not believe in guilt, moderation or dull pencils.