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

It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.

the law, like art, is always vainly racing to catch up with experience.

You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.

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.

Woman too commonly commits the sin of self-sacrifice whereby she consents to be sequestered in the home, without intellectual stimulus, so that the tranquil flame of her unspoiled soul should radiate purity and nobility upon an indefinitely extended family.

The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.