All that the Y.M.C.A.'s horse and rings really accomplished was to fill me with an ineradicable distaste, not only for Christian endeavor in all its forms, but also for every variety of calisthenics, so that I still begrudge the trifling exertion needed to climb in and out of a bathtub, and hate all sports as rabidly as a person who likes sports hates common sense. If I had my way no man guilty of golf would be eligible to any office of trust or profit under the United States, and all female athletes would be shipped to the white-slave corrals of the Argentine.

The average man never really thinks from end to end of his life. The mental activity of such people is only a mouthing of clichés.

The only good bureaucrat is one with a pistol at his head. Put it in his hand and it's good-bye to the Bill of Rights.

For the habitual truth-teller and truth-seeker, indeed, the whole world has very little liking. He is always unpopular.

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

Religion is "so absurd that it comes close to imbecility."

To every complex question there is a simple answer and it is wrong.