Happiness: being able to forget or, to express in a more learned fashion.

One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

The machine is impersonal, it takes the pride away from a piece of work, the individual merits and defects that go along with allwork that is not done by a machine--which is to say, its little bit of humanity.

Every master has but one disciple, and that one becomes unfaithful to him, for he too is destined for master-ship.

To get into just those situations where sham virtues will not suffice, but rather where, as with the ropedancer on his rope, one either falls or stands--or gets down.

The grand style follows suit with all great passion. It disdains to please, it forgets to persuade. It commands. It wills.