I was not too stupid to learn, but too smart. Some instinct must have warned me that a woman accomplished in the domestic arts is frequently enslaved by them.

war is a ferocious form of insanity. Nothing can justify it.

No one has yet had the courage to memorialize his wealth on his tombstone. A dollar mark would not look well there.

if one's natural feelings are suppressed long enough one develops supernatural feelings and feels surer of having a soul.

There is something in the quality of the French mind to which I have always felt a reluctant kinship. They are the only people I know who can leap into an enormous vocabulary of words and beat them up with the wings of their spirit into a fine hysterical eloquence.

I love truth, although I shall die hating mere facts, because they are misleading.

Nothing fans me into such a state of peaceful mental somnambulance as the intellectual antics of a person who displays his learning, not from vanity always, but frequently because it is all he has got; no real sense, no wisdom of his own, merely much good stuff he has learned from other sources. He spreads it like a garment as any other decent person would to hide the thinness of his shanks.