Book reviewers are little old ladies of both sexes.

So who's perfect? ... Washington had false teeth. Franklin was nearsighted. Mussolini had syphilis. Unpleasant things have been said about Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde. Tchaikovsky had his problems, too. And Lincoln was constipated.

The trouble is people leave too much to luck. They get married and then trust to luck. They should be sure in the first place.

In every marriage the wife has to keep her mouth shut about at least one small thing her husband does that disgusts her.

Much as I like owning a Rolls-Royce, I could do without it. What I could not do without is a typewriter, a supply of yellow second sheets and the time to put them to good use.

Socially, I never belonged to any class, rich or poor. To the rich I was poor, and to the poor I was poor pretending to be like the rich.

They say great themes make great novels