It is my conviction that no normal man ever fell in love, within the ordinary meaning of the term, after the age of thirty.

It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself up out of the dark abyss of pish and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.

A Progressive is one who is in favor of more taxes instead of less, more bureaus and jobholders, more paternalism and meddling, more regulation of private affairs and less liberty. In general, he would be inclined to regard the repeal of any tax as outrageous.

A critic is a man who writes about things he doesn't like.

The trouble with Communism is the Communists, just as the trouble with Christianity is the Christians.

Morality is nothing but a struggle for safety

For the habitual truth-teller and truth-seeker, indeed, the whole world has very little liking. He is always unpopular.