The prophesying business is like writing fugues; it is fatal to every one save the man of absolute genius.

After all is said and done, a hell lot of a lot more is said than done.

The great secret of happiness in love is to be glad that the other fellow married her.

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.

The truth is . . . that the great artists of the world are never puritans, and seldom ever ordinarily respectable. No virtuous man - that is, virtuous in the YMCA sense - has ever painted a picture worth looking at, or written a symphony worth hearing, or a book worth reading, and it is highly improbable that the thing has ever been done by a virtuous woman.

Religion deserves no more respect than a pile of garbage.

Without a doubt there are women who would vote intelligently. There are also men who knit socks beautifully.