Life is valuable -- when completed by the imagination. And then only.

Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.

In the imagination, we are from henceforth (so long as you read) locked in a fraternal embrace, the classic caress of author and reader.

Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell.

Everyone in this life is defeated. But a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

I have had my dream -- like others --and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the sky.