Science is unflinchingly deterministic, and it has begun to force its determinism into morals. On some shining tomorrow a psychoanalyst may be put into the box to prove that perjury is simply a compulsion neurosis, like beating time with the foot at a concert or counting the lampposts along the highway.

There is no record in human history of a happy philosopher: they exist only in romantic legend.

Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.

What is too often forgotten is that nature obviously intends the botched to die, and that every interference with that benign process is full of dangers.

He marries best who puts it off until it is too late.

Always remember this: If you don't attend the funerals of your friends, they will certainly not attend yours.

To believe that Russia has got rid of the evils of capitalism takes a special kind of mind. It is the same kind of mind that believes that a Holy Roller has got rid of sin.