There is, of course, no reason for the existence of the male sex except that one sometimes needs help with moving the piano.

There was a definite process by which one made people into friends, and it involved talking to them and listening to them for hours at a time.

[On Jane Austen:] To believe her limited in range because she was harmonious in method is as sensible as to imagine that when the Atlantic Ocean is as smooth as a mill-pond it shrinks to the size of a mill-pond.

[The satirist] must fully possess, at least in the world of the imagination, the quality the lack of which he is deriding in others.

Because hypocrisy stinks in the nostrils one is likely to rate it as a more powerful agent for destruction than it is.

It appears that even the different parts of the same person do not converse among themselves, do not succeed in learning from each other what are their desires and their intentions.

Time spent in a casino is time given to death, a foretaste of the hour when one's flesh will be diverted to the purposes of the worm and not of the will.