Nobel Prize money is a life-belt thrown to a swimmer who has already reached the shore in safety.

I can think of no other edifice constructed by man as altruistic as a lighthouse. They were built only to serve.

A man who loses his money gains, at the least, experience, and sometimes, something better.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

We are more gullible and superstitious today than we were in the Middle Ages, and an example of modern credulity is the widespread belief that the Earth is round. The average man can advance not a single reason for thinking that the Earth is round. He merely swallows this theory because there is something about it that appeals to the twentieth century mentality.

The practical question, then, is what to do with the children. Tolerate them at home we will not. Let them run loose in the streets we dare not until our streets become safe places for children, which, to our utter shame, they are not at present, though they can hardly be worse than some homes and some schools.

I have my own soul. My own spark of divine fire.