Has there ever been an age so rife with neurotic sensibility, with that state of near shudders, or near hysteria, or near nausea, much of it induced by trifles, which used to belong to people who were at once ill-adjusted and over-civilized?

He was the mightiest of Puritans no less than of philistines who first insisted that beauty is only skin deep.

Coyness is a rather comically pathetic fault, a miscalculation in which, by trying to veil the ego, we let it appear stark naked.

The test of interesting people is that subject matter doesn't matter.

One of the saddest things about conformity is the ghastly sort of non-conformity it breeds; the noisy protesting, the aggressive rebelliousness, the rigid counter-fetishism.

Conformity may not always reign in the prosperous bourgeois suburb, but it ultimately always governs.

A perfect conversation would run much less to brilliant sentences than to unfinished ones.