Art... does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

We know when we have had enough of a friend, and we know when a friend has had enough of us. The first truth is no more palatable than the second.

Humor brings insight and tolerance.

I am eighty years old. There seems to be nothing to add to this statement. I have reached the age of undecorated facts - facts that refuse to be softened by sentiment, or confused by nobility of phrase.

Guests are the delight of leisure, and the solace of ennui.

We are tethered to our kind, and may as well join hands in the struggle.

Personally, I do not believe that it is the duty of any man or woman to write a novel. In nine cases out of ten, there would be greater merit in leaving it unwritten.