I had try to tell the difference between the night and the day and how the night was better unless the day was very clean and cold and I could not tell it; as I cannot tell it now. But if you have had it you know.

What are you doing now, you lazy drunken obscene unsayable son of an unnameable unmarried gipsy obscenity? What are you doing?

In those days we did not trust anyone who had not been in the war, but we did not
completely trust anyone.

You are all a lost generation.

[with credit to Gertrude Stein]

I thought you'd be interested in these things as a government man. Ain't you mixed up in the prices of things we eat or something? Ain't that it? Making them more costly or something. Making the grits cost more and the grunts less?

Nul homme n’est une île en soi. Nous faisons tous partie d’un continent et chaque fois que tu entends sonner le glas, ne demande pas pour qui il sonne, il sonne pour toi."
--Ernest Hemingway, “Pour qui sonne le glas”?