one reason we haven't any national art is because we have too much magnificence. All our capacity for admiration is used up on the splendor of palace-like railway stations and hotels. Our national tympanum is so deafened by that blare of sumptuousness that we have no ears for the still, small voice of beauty.

Everyone bowed to that unwritten law of family life which ordains that, in the long run, everyone submerges his personal preference in the effort to conform to that of the member of the circle who complains most loudly and is most difficult to satisfy.

There's no healthy life possible without some sensual feeling between the husband and wife, but there's nothing in the world more awful than married life when it's the only common ground.

gossip ... is only fiction produced by non-professionals.

A mom isn't an individual to lean on, but a person to generate leaning needless.

the most elementary experience of life proves that the effects of compulsion last exactly as long as the physical or moral club can be applied.

What better can any of us do than to reach for our own stars ... and know which they are?