... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.

America has enjoyed the doubtful blessing of a single-track mind.

[Reformers] might be classified as a distinct species having eyes in the back of their heads.

What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.

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.

Nothingis so ungrateful as a rising generation; yet, if there is any faintest glimmer of light ahead of us in the present, itwas kindled by the intellectual fires that burned long before us.

There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins.