Live all you can. Its a mistake not to.

Everything had something behind it: life was like a long corridor with rows of closed doors.

If this was love$$$ love had been overrated.

You take every opportunity given you in this world$$$ even if you have too many opportunities. One day$$$ the opportunities stop$$$ you know.

You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art.

Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.

Not quite. I'm thinking of a queer feeling I sometimes get$$$ a feel that I've got something important to say and the power to say it only I don't know what it is$$$ and I can't make any use of the power.

About the time we think we can make ends meet$$$ somebody moves the ends.

Few sons are like their fathers — most are worse$$$ few better.

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once$$$ and told so clearly.