The world of the egotist is, inevitably, a narrow world, and the boundaries of self are limited to the close horizon of personality.... But, within this horizon, there is room for many attributes that are excellent.

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.

The hardest thing to believe when you're young is that people will fight to stay in a rut, but not to get out of one.

There is only one force stronger than selfishness, and that is stupidity.

... the novel, as a living force, if not as a work of art, owes an incalculable debt to what we call, mistakenly, the new psychology, to Freud, in his earlier interpretations, and more truly, I think, to Jung.

So long as the serpent continues to crawl on the ground, the primary influence of woman will be indirect.

Surely the novel should be a form of art - but art was not enough. It must contain not only the perfection of art, but the imperfection of nature.