I wish we could sometimes love the characters in real life as we love the characters in romances. There are a great many human souls whom we should accept more kindly, and even appreciate more clearly, if we simply thought of them as people in a story.

The Sentimentalist, roughly speaking, is the man who wants to eat his cake and have it. He has no sense of honor about ideas; he will not see that one must pay for an idea as well as for anything else. He will have them all at once in one wild intellectual harem, no matter how much they quarrel and contradict each other.

It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands.

In real life the people who are most bigoted are the people who have no convictions at all.

Do not free a camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.

The Byzantines hammered away at their hard and orthodox symbols, because they could not be in a mood to believe that men could take a hint. The moderns drag out into lengths and reels of extravagance their new orthodoxy of being unorthodox, because they also cannot give a hint -- or take a hint. Yet all perfect and well-poised art is really a hint.

Large organization is loose organization. Nay, it would be almost as true to say that organization is always disorganization.