You know there are no secrets in America. It's quite different in England, where people think of a secret as a shared relation between two people.

Who on earth invented the silly convention that it is boring or impolite to talk shop? Nothing is more interesting to listen to, especially if the shop is not one's own.

Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals because what they must do is the same as what they most want to do.

The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

Thank God for books as an alternative to conversation.

Words are for those with promises to keep.