I simply contend that the middle-class ideal which demands that people be affectionate, respectable, honest and content, that they avoid excitements and cultivate serenity is the ideal that appeals to me, it is in short the ideal of affectionate family life, of honorable business methods.

When I sleep I sleep and do not dream because it is as well that I am what I seem when I am in my bed and dream.

Since it could be done what was the use of doing it, and anyway you always have to stop doing something sometime.

it is a surprising thing that the largest city in the world should have a population as gentle and pleasant and intimate and considerate and comforting as a little bit of a place where everybody knows everybody and everything, but astonishing or not it is perfectly true and the inhabitants of New York are just like that, and they are like that and this thing is a delightful, natural and gentle and sweet and comforting thing.

... when there is a war the years are longer that is to say the days are longer the months are longer the years are much longer but the weeks are shorter that is what makes a war.

One must either accept some theory or else believe one's own instinct or follow the world's opinion.

What is the answer? In that case, what is the question?