Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris.
A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.
There is no joy so great as that of reporting that a good play has come to town.
Good plays drive bad playgoers crazy.
People everywhere enjoy believing things that they know are not true. It spares them the ordeal of thinking for themselves and taking responsibility for what they know.
It takes most men five years to recover from a college education, and to learn that poetry is as vital to thinking as knowledge.
The most fatal illusion is the narrow point of view. Since life is growth and motion, a fixed point of view kills anybody who has one.
It seems not to have been written. It is the quintessence of life. It is the basic truth.
After each war there is a little less democracy to save.
Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.