Love begins like a triolet and ends like a college yell.

The art of writing, like the art of love, runs all the way from a kind of routine hard to distinguish from piling bricks to a kind of frenzy closely related to delirium tremens.

War may make a fool of man, but it by no means degrades him; on the contrary, it tends to exalt him, and its net effects are much like those of motherhood on women.

The Americans are the illegitimate children of the English.

I believe that religion, generally speaking, has been a curse to mankind - that its modest and greatly overestimated services on the ethical side have been more than overcome by the damage it has done to clear and honest thinking.

It is almost impossible for an Anglo-Saxon to write of sex without being dirty.

No one hates his job so heartily as a farmer.