I should prefer to die laughing, and, on more than one occasion, thought I might.

I myself think anti-Semitism is about envy.

While reading writers of great formulatory power — Henry James, Santayana, Proust — I find I can scarcely get through a page without having to stop to record some lapidary sentence. Reading Henry James, for example, I have muttered to myself, "C’mon, Henry, turn down the brilliance a notch, so I can get some reading done." I may be one of a very small number of people who have developed writer’s cramp while reading.

One of the pleasures of being a Jew, I don't have to tell you, it allows you anti-Semitism.

No one has really ever defined what a friend is.

The decisive moment in the defeat of upper class, capital-S, Society may have come when, in newspapers all over the nation, what used to be call the Society page was replaced by the Style section.

If geniuses can sometimes make mistakes, cannot the rest of us on occasion be geniuses?