Evidently, whatever else marriage might prevent, it was not a remedy for isolation of spirit.

I waited and worked, and watched the inferior exalted for nearly thirty years; and when recognition came at last, it was too late to alter events, or to make a difference in living.

No idea is so antiquitated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not some day be antiquitated . . . to seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.

A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.

To seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.

There is no state of satisfaction, because to himself no man is a success.

... in the nineteen-thirties ... the most casual reader of murder mysteries could infallibly detect the villain, as soon as there entered a character who had recently washed his neck and did not commit mayhem on the English language.