Maybe the knowledge is too great and maybe men are growing too small. Maybe, kneeling down to atoms, they're… — John Steinbeck

I have wondered why it is that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death than others.

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.