Every decision you make is a mistake.

Of all the animals on earth, none is so brutish as man when he seeks the delirium of coition.

A painter can hang his pictures, but a writer can only hang himself.

One cat in a house is a sign of loneliness.

We can only write well about our sins because it is too difficult to recall a virtuous act or even whether it was the result of good or evil motives.

The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious comforts -the automatic elevator, the escalator, the cafeteria -are depriving us of volition and moral and physical energy.

Though man is the only beast that can write, he has small reason to be proud of it. When he utters something that is wise it is nothing that the river horse does not know, and most of his creations are the result of accident.