What the meaning of human life may be I don't know: I incline to suspect that it has none.

The music critic, Huneber, could never quite make up his mind about a new symphony until he had seen the composer's mistress.

At eight or nine, I suppose intelligence is no more than a small spot of light on the floor of a large and murky room.

The more I think you over, the more it comes home to me what an unmitigated Middle Victorian ass you are!

It is only doubt that creates. It is only the minority that counts.

Morality is nothing but a struggle for safety

[T]he only thing wrong with Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address was that it was the South, not the North, that was fighting for a government of the people, by the people and for the people.