“I’m a Red-baiter; I’m a witch-hunter if the witches are Communists.”

He has a heart of gold – only harder.

When I realized they had me pegged as a foreign nobleman type I began to live the part, too.

Clothes have always had a wonderful influence on my physical well-being as well as my self-assurance.

Aren’t grown up people just little children at heart?

I bought a pair of white spats, an ascot tie and a walking stick.

My fur-lined overcoat gave me such a glow of health that very shortly after acquiring it.

All I have to do to make me feel like a new and younger man is to order three new suits of clothes.

My success has been as full of luck as a crapshooter’s dream.

In those silent-film days it was the mark of a villain.

It was my mustache that landed jobs for me.

I was able to enjoy the hazards of a Gargantuan studio cocktail party without a single twinge of pain.

Brother,” Artemis chided. “You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart.

I wish that one of my children will be like the Australian guy from the Discovery Channel show. The crocodile hunter.

The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skilful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well, – this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection and of sociality as a whole.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.

To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!

The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.

The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.