When he sacrifices himself man for a moment is greater than God, for how can God, infinite and omnipotent, sacrifice himself?

People do tell a writer things that they don't tell others. I don't know why, unless it is that having read one or two of his books they feel on peculiarly intimate terms with him; or it may be that they dramatize themselves and, seeing themselves as it were as characters in a novel, are ready to be as open with him as they imagine the characters of his invention are.

Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.

Art, unless it leads to right action, is no more than the opium of an intelligentsia.

Considering how foolishly people act and how pleasantly they prattle, perhaps it would be better for the world if they talked more and did less.

A man ought to work. That's what he's here for. That's how he contributes to the welfare of the community.

It takes two to make a love affair and a mans meat is too often a woman's poison.