Man is never honestly the fatalist, nor even the stoic. He fights his fate, often desperately. He is forever entering bold exceptions to the rulings of the bench of gods. This fighting, no doubt, makes for human progress, for it favors the strong and the brave. It also makes for beauty, for lesser men try to escape from a hopeless and intolerable world by creating a more lovely one of their own.

And what is a good citizen? Simply one who never says, does or thinks anything that is unusual. Schools are maintained in order to bring this uniformity up to the highest possible point. A school is a hopper into which children are heaved while they are still young and tender; therein they are pressed into certain standard shapes and covered from head to heels with official rubber-stamps.

You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth.

In every woman's life there is one real and consuming love. But very few women guess which one it is.

The real man lies in the depths of subconscious.

What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor

I know of no existing nation that deserves to live, and I know of very few individuals.