Professors of literature collect books the way a ship collects barnacles, without seeming effort.

Today's youth seem finally to have understood that only by freeing woman from her exclusively sexual role can man free himself from his ordained role in the rat-race: that of the rat.

Cynic' is the sentimentalist's name for the realist.

One cannot make up stories; one can only retell in new ways the stories one has already heard.

Only a marriage with partners strong enough to risk divorce is strong enough to avoid it.

Whether deliberately, unconsciously or accidentally, she seems to have composed her own life so that its fitful, rudderless, and self-doubting first half was alchemized into gold when the austere bluestocking became the fallen woman.

Thinking about profound social change, conservatives always expect disaster, while revolutionaries confidently anticipate utopia. Both are wrong.