I begin to see what marriage is for. It's to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people who love each other can be saved from madness only by the things that come between them - children, duties, visits, bores, relations - the things that protect married people from each other.

It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written.

The value of books is proportionate to what may be called their plasticity -- their quality of being all things to all men, of being diversely moulded by the impact of fresh forms of thought.

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.