A good writer always works at the impossible.There is another kind who pulls in his horizons, drops his mind as one lowers rifle sights.

One pays for everything, the trick is not to pay too much of anything for anything.

Intention, good or bad, is not enough.

Sometimes a man wants to be stupid if it lets him do a thing his cleverness forbids.

I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction.

A kind of second childhood falls on so many men. They trade their violence for the promise of a small increase of life span. In effect, the head of the house becomes the youngest child.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms