And that night we knew that to hold the body of women in our arms in neither ugly nor shameful, but the one ecstasy granted to the race of men.

We didn't really have to take everything so seriously, did we?

Life is the reward of virtue. And happiness is the goal and reward of life.

Wealth is the product of man's capacity to think.

In all proper relationships there is no sacrifice of anyone to anyone.

Do not set out to write with your eyes on the box office. It can't be done.

This was solidarity. The debutante having her toenails pedicured - the housewife buying carrots from a pushcart - the bookkeeper who had wanted to be a pianist, but has the excuse of a sister to support - the businessman who hated his business - the worker who hated his work - the intellectual who hated everybody - all were united as brothers in the luxury of common anger that cured boredom and took them out of themselves, and they knew well enough what a blessing it was to be taken out of themselves.