I have wondered why it is that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death than… — John Steinbeck

You might get the idea that they howled truth and beauty the way a seal bites out the National Anthem on a row of circus horns.

He told me how a man, a real man, had no right to let sorrow destroy him. He told me again and again how I must believe that time would take care of it. He said it so often that I knew he was losing.

There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.