The three great American vices seem to be efficiency, punctuality, and the desire for achievement and success. They are the things that make the Americans so unhappy and so nervous.

There is so much to love and to admire in this life that it is an act of ingratitude not to be happy and content in this existence.

No man is inherently respectable, but all women are by nature.

True peace of mind comes from accepting the worst. Psychologically, I think it means a release of energy.

Why should man bother himself so much about salvation, unless he has a feeling of being doomed?

All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

I am willing to allow that smoking is a moral weakness, but on the other hand, we must beware of the man without weaknesses. He is not to be trusted. He is apt to be always sober and he cannot make a single mistake. His habits are likely to be regular, his existence more mechanical and his head always maintains its supremacy over his heart. Much as I like reasonable persons, I hate completely rational beings.