... the understatement, the self-ridicule, the delight in the foreignness of foreigners, the complete denial of any attempt to enlist the sympathies of his readers in the hardships he has capriciously invited.

The great charm in argument is really finding one's own opinions, not other people's.

It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up.

For in that city [New York] there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.

Most writers in the course of their careers become thick-skinned and learn to accept vituperation, which in any other profession would be unimaginably offensive, as a healthy counterpoise to unintelligent praise.

Money is only useful when you get rid of it. It is like the odd card in 'Old Maid'; the player who is finally left with it has lost.

There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair.