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

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.

Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.

Self-respecting people do not care to peep at their reflections in unexpected mirrors, or to see themselves as others see them.