Fifty percent of the world are women, yet they always seem a novelty.

Any man worth his salt has by the time he is forty-five accumulated a crown of thorns, and the problem is to learn to wear it over one ear.

A mind too proud to unbend over the small ridiculosa of life is as painful as a library with no trash in it.

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

Between ourselves, there is no such thing, abstractly, as a 'good' book. A book is 'good' only when it meets some human hunger or refutes some human error.

Big shots are only little shots who keep shooting.

A critic is a gong at a railroad crossing clanging loudly and vainly as the train goes by.