We are uneasy with an affectionate man, for we are positive he wants something of us, particularly our love.

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

One of the weaknesses in the cooperative is that it has never been sufficiently leavened by the imagination. This is a quick-silver faculty, and likely to be a cause of worry to any collective settlement.

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

The machine has had a pernicious effect upon virtue, pity, and love, and young men used to machines which induce inertia, and fear, are near impotent.

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

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