Feminine passion is to masculine as an epic is to an epigram.

Ideas are transplanted by splitting, thoughts by sprouting.

I have drawn from the well of language many a thought which I do not have and which I could not put into words.

Psychoanalysis: a rabbit that was swallowed by a boa constrictor just wanted to see what it was like in there.

Let language be the divining rod that finds the sources of thought.

One must read all writers twice--the good as well as the bad. The one kind will be recognized; the other, unmasked.

War is, at first, the hope that one will be better off; next, the expectation that the other fellow will be worse off; then, the satisfaction that he isn't any better off; and, finally, the surprise at everyone's being worse off.