Comfort is no test of truth. Truth is often far from being comfortable.

Experience does not err; only your judgments err by expecting from her what is not in her power.

Wisdom is the daughter of experience.

Details make perfection$$$ and perfection is not a detail.

I awoke only to find that the rest of the world was still asleep.

Our life is made by the death of others.

There are three classes of people: those who see. Those who see when they are shown. Those who do not see.

What other culture could have produced someone like Hemingway and not seen the joke?

The deeper the feeling$$$ the greater the pain.

It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.