Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.

Youth is the period of harsh judgments, and a man seldom learns until he reaches thirty that human nature is made up not of simples, but of compounds.

I have watchedmany literary fashions shoot up and blossom, and then fade and drop.... Yet with the many that I have seen comeand go, I have never yet encountered a mode of thinking that regarded itself as simply a changing fashion, and not as an infallible approach to the right culture.

Youth is always an enemy to the old.

Women are one of the Almighty's enigmas to prove to men that He knows more than they do.

It is difficult to deal successfully, he decided, with a woman whose feelings cannot be hurt.

No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.