A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.

A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway.

One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.

It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

We owe much to the fruitful meditation of our sages, but a sane view of life is, after all, elaborated mainly in the kitchen.