It seemed a good idea at the time.

every human activity, whether it be love, philosophy, art, or revolution, is carried on with a special intensity in Paris.

Babbitt as a book was planless; its end arrived apparently because its author had come to the end of the writing-pad, or rather, one might suspect from its length, to the end of all writing-pads then on the market.

If I do not do sensible things about investments I shall spend my old age in a workhouse, where nobody will understand my jokes.

It is a great pity that every human being does not, at an early stage of his life, have to write a historical work. He would then realize that the human race is in quite a jam about truth.

To every man in the world there is one person of whom he knows little: whom he would never recognize if he met him walking down the street, whose motives are a mystery to him. That is himself.

I don't believe that to understand is necessarily to pardon, but I feel that to understand makes one forget that one cannot pardon.