Certitude is not the test of certainty.

It is perfectly easy to be original by violating the laws of decency and the canons of good taste.

There is nothing like the dead cold hand of the past to take down our tumid egotism and lead us into the solemn flow of the life of our race.

Three generations of imbeciles are enough.

We must think things not words, or at least we must constantly translate our words into the facts for which they stand, if we are to keep to the real and the true.

We expect more of ourselves than we have any right to.

Between two groups of people who want to make inconsistent kinds of worlds, I see no remedy but force.