Utility is our national shibboleth: the savior of the American businessman is fact and his uterine half-brother, statistics.

Men are too unstable to be just; they are crabbed because they have not passed water at the usual time, or testy because they have not been stroked or praised.

It is hideous and coarse to assume that we can do something for others-and it is vile not to endeavor to do it.

Every decision you make is a mistake.

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.

There is a strange and mighty race of people called the Americans who are rapidly becoming the coldest in the world because of this cruel, man-eating idol, lucre.

Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.