Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors.

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

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.

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

So much of our lives is given over to the consideration of our imperfections that there is no time to improve our imaginary virtues. The truth is we only perfect our vices, and man is a worse creature when he dies than he was when he was born.

A strong foe is better than a weak friend.

I have no confidence in a man whose faults you cannot see.