It is surely no mere coincidence that the land of the emancipated and enthroned woman is also the land of canned soup, of canned pork and beans, of whole meals in cans, and of everything else ready made.

The idea that leisure is of value in itself is only conditionally true. The average man simply spends his leisure as a dog spends it. His recreations are all puerile, and the time supposed to benefit him really only stupefies him.

When I hear artists or authors making fun of businessmen, I think of a regiment in which the band makes fun of the cooks.

Every failure teaches a man something, to wit, that he will probably fail again.

Suicide is a belated acquiescence in the opinion of one's wife's relatives.

The notion that anything is gained by fixing a language in a groove is cherished only by pedants.

Philosophy, as the modern world knows it, is only intellectual club-swinging.