The golden years of my life are slipping by on stealthy feet at nightfall; there is a footprint in the dark, a bell strikes twelve, and the flying year is gone.

On Wall Street, he and a few others—how many?—three hundred, four hundred, five hundred?—had become precisely that...Masters of the Universe. There was...no limit whatsoever!

Ironically, rock and roll, or whatever you want to call what the hysterical disc jockeys play, is very much in vogue now among intellectuals in New York and Paris and London.

Intellectuals, generally, no longer take jazz seriously.

Idleness was a sin not against the self or against God but against Mammon and Pierce & Pierce.

I shall manage to eat somewhere and get full— even if at a restaurant—but, God knows, I am still young enough to have a horror of Christmas by myself.

For all that you have done, I am ever mindful. How can you doubt that I ever forgot it—but don’t remind me of it too much at this time.

Almost, I am tempted to say, I will believe in God, yes, in spite of the church and the ministers.

[H]e was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he has left, yet does not say “The town is near,” but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.

There is something sad and terrifying about big families.