To those who ask if I have read their book, I reply: I have not yet read Homer.

Our prejudices, our antipathies, are our natural defenses against what we could not assimilate.

Indiscretion has always seemed to me to be one of the privileges of tact.

I love the love of those who are far enough away, it becomes whatever I wish to believe it.

We know all their gods; they ignore ours. What they call our sins are our gods, and what they call their gods, we name otherwise.

Being other than normal is a perilous advantage.

Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men?