there is no truly honest autobiography.

Useless as a pulled tooth.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.

I have always regarded divorce as essentially disagreeable, like castor oil, but necessary.

The one pleasure that never palls is the pleasure of not going to church.

It takes a good many years and some pretty hard knocks to make people tolerant.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.