It is the dread of something happening, something unknown and dreadful, that makes us do anything to keep the flicker of talk from dying out.

The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.

The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.

Only those who get into scrapes with their eyes open can find the safe way out.

The emergence of a new term to describe a certain phenomenon, of a new adjective to designate a certain quality, is always of interest, both linguistically and from the point of view of the history of human thought.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.