A strong foe is better than a weak friend.

Man pines to live but cannot endure the days of his life.

Perhaps Samuel Johnson was a great man; he was certainly a drumbling one.

We are ruled by chance but never have enough patience to accept its despotism.

Recognize the cunning man not by the corpses he pays homage to but by the living writers he conspires against with the most shameful weapon, Silence, or the briefest review.

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

To write is a humiliation.