Money is the necessity that frees us from necessity. Of all novelists in any country, Trollope best understands the role of money. Compared with him even Balzac is a romantic.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

A tremendous number of people in America work very hard at something that bores them. Even a rich man thinks he has to go down to the office everyday. Not because he likes it but because he can't think of anything else to do.

Murder is commoner among cooks than among members of any other profession.

Blessed be all metrical rules that forbid automatic responses, force us to have second thoughts, free us from the fetters of Self.

Criticism should be a casual conversation.

What answer to the meaning of existence should one require beyond the right to exercise one's gifts?