Of one thing the reader can be certain: the more easily anything reads, the harder it has been to write.

Well, that was life. It was an old tree, and the old passed on. Probably they did not mind. There came a time when all sap ran slowly, and the peace of age with all things behind it merged easily into the peace of death. The difficult thing was to be young.

pretense is the oil that lubricates society.

Politics is still the man's game. The women are allowed to do the chores, the dirty work, and now and then--but only occasionally--one is present at some secret conference or other. But it's not the rule. They can go out and get the vote, if they can and will; they can collect money, they can be grateful for being permitted to work. But that is all.

To men and women who want to do things, there is nothing quite so driving as the force of an imprisoned ego. . . . All genius comes from this class.

Every crucial experience can be regarded either as a setback, or the start of a wonderful new adventure, it depends on your perspective!

There is nothing for the modern man or woman to fear about most cases of cancer. Nothing except delay.