The real purpose of books is to trap the mind into doing its own thinking.

Lots of times you have to pretend to join a parade in which you're not really interested in order to get where you're going.

One of the penalties of being a human being is other human beings.

My prayer is that what we have gone through [World War One] will startle the world into some new realization of the sanctity of life, animal as well as human.

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.

Blessed is the satirist; and blessed the ironist; blessed the witty scoffer, and blessed the sentimentalist; for each, having seen one spoke of the wheel, thinks to have seen all, and is content.

New York, the nation's thyroid gland.