People intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are.

Intellectuals ... regard over-simplification as the original sin of the mind and have no use for the slogans, the unqualified assertions and sweeping generalizations.

It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than 'try to be a little kinder.'

Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.

There are so many intellectual and moral angels battling for rationalism, good citizenship, and pure spirituality; so many and such eminent ones, so very vocal and authoritative! The poor devil in man needs all the support and advocacy he can get. The artist is his natural champion. When an artist deserts to the side of the angels, it is the most odious of treasons.

The leech's kiss, the squid's embrace, The prurient ape's defiling touch: And do you like the human race? No, not much.