gossip, after it reaches a certain point of insult and falsehood, becomes a source of amusement to its victims.

Some time in our lives every man and woman of us, putting out our hands toward the stars, touch on either side our prison walls the immutable limitations of temperament

it's better to be crazy on one point and happy, than sane on all points and unhappy.

Books are like sapphires; they must be polished - polished! or else you insult your readers.

... safety that depends on an apron-string is very unsafe!

... some of the things floating about in the Well of Memory are not worth recording.

I'm not to blame for an old body, but I would be to blame for an old soul. An old soul is a shameful thing.