We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

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 world is not unkind, and reprobates are worse than their reputations.

When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.

If it's to be, it's up to me.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.