Without doubt cats are intellectuals who have been, by some mysterious decree of Providence, deprived of the comfort of the word.

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.

Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.

[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 earth itself is slightly resistant to routine.

A good cause has to be careful of the company it keeps.

... there has never been a period in history when there have been necessary killings which has not been instantly followed by a period when there have been unnecessary killings.