My occupational hazard is that I can't help plagiarizing from real life.

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.

Liberty, as it is conceived by current opinion, has nothing inherent about it; it is a sort of gift or trust bestowed on the individual by the state pending good behavior.

Sex annihilates identity, and the space given to sex in contemporary novels is an avowal of the absence of character.

love of truth, ordinary common truth recognizable to everyone, is the ruling passion of the novel.

Laughter is the great antidote for self-pity, maybe a specific for the malady, yet probably it does tend to dry one's feelings out a little, as if by exposing them to a vigorous wind.

Maybe any action becomes cowardly once you stop to reason about it.