I would rather regret what I have done than what I have not.

I loathe all this blind rushing pell-mell into a struggle arranged by the mighty minority and paid for with the lives of young men who are drugged on trumped-up ideals.

Family. A snug kind of word.

Any writer worth the name is always getting into one thing or getting out of another thing.

It takes a clever man to turn cynic and a wise man to be clever enough not to.

Life owes me a living worth living. Yes, Eden regarded life as her debtor, she its relentless paymaster.

A woman has to be twice as good as a man to go half as far.