I have come to the conclusion that the modern interpretation of the Declaration of Independence is something like this: I am as good as those that think themselves better and a long sight better than those who only think themselves as good.

... books are too heterogeneous an interest to furnish a vital one in life, a reason for being alive.

Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.

the best of all good friends is pride.

It took me some time to learn that although every one secretly cherishes the ambition to be 'put in a book,' no one is ever satisfied with anything save incense, butter, and honey, unrelieved by salt or spice.

A man is more than one being in his life. If the last persists, why not the first? If there be a hereafter for his age, why not for his youth?

The world, and the great and free United States in particular, is full of narrow-minded, ignorant, moronic, bigoted, cowardly, self-righteous, anemic, pig-headed, stupid, puritanical, hypocritical, prejudiced, fanatical, cocoa-blooded atavists, who soothe their inferiority complex by barking their hatred of anything new.