as all women know, there are really no men at all. There are grown-up boys, and middle-aged boys, and elderly boys, and even sometimes very old boys. But the essential difference is simply exterior. Your man is always a boy.

We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.

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.

because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.