This is my child. I planted it. I saw it grow. I loved it. Don't cut it down.

The difference between a simpleton and an intelligent man, according to the man who is convinced that he is of the latter category, is that the former wholeheartedly accepts all things that he sees and hears while the latter never admits anything except after a most searching scrutiny. He imagines his intelligence to be a sieve of closely woven mesh through which nothing but the finest can pass.

No one ever accepts criticism so cheerfully. Neither the man who utters it nor the man who invites it really means it.

If someone should ask, "how should an Opposition function?" the best answer would be, "in the manner of a traditional mother-in-law who watches the performance of household work by a daughter-in-law and follows her about with her comments.

A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life.

Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.

Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances.