All progress in literary style lies in the heroic resolve to cast aside accretions and exuberances, all the conventions of a past age that were once beautiful because alive and are now false because dead.

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.

Education, whatever else it should or should not be, must be an inoculation against the poisons of life and an adequate equipment in knowledge and skill for meeting the chances of life.

What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.

To make a mountain out of a mole-hill.

Charm is a woman's strength just as strength is a man's charm.

A sublime faith in human imbecility has seldom led those who cherish it astray.