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

A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life.

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

There are certain people whom one feels almost inclined to urge to hurry up and die so that their letters can be published.

Religion is an attempt, a noble attempt, to suggest in human terms more-than-human realities.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

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