He types his labored column - weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.

If I had my way books would not be written in English, but in an exceedingly difficult secret language that only skilled professional readers and story-tellers could interpret. Then people would have to go to public halls and pay good prices to hear. . .

To be apt in quotation is a splendid and dangerous gift. Splendid, because it ornaments a man's speech with other men's jewels; dangerous, for the same reason.

In the end, it is upon the quality and commitment of individuals that all group movements depend.

Very few [doctors] are men of science in any very serious sense; they're men of technique.

Boredom and stupidity and patriotism, especially when combined, are three of the greatest evils of the world we live in.

Their very conservatism is secondhand, and they don't know what they are conserving.