Who are the advertising men kidding, besides the European tourist? Between the tired, sad, gentle faces of the subway riders and the grinning Holy Families of the Ad-Mass, there exists no possibility of even a wishful identification.

Proscription, martial law, the billeting of the rude troops, the tax collector, the unjust judge, anything at all, is sweeter than responsibility.

The consumer today is the victim of the manufacturer who launches on him a regiment of products for which he must make room in his soul.

The American character looks always as if it had just had a rather bad haircut, which gives it, in our eyes at any rate, a greater humanity than the European, which even among its beggars has all too much a professional air.

The relation between life and literature - a final antimony - is one of mutual plagiarism.

In morals as in politics anarchy is not for the weak.

Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished.