At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.
An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.
After all, life hasn’t much to offer except youth and I suppose for older people the love of youth in others.
Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.