The arguments for immortality, weak when you take them one by one, are no more cogent when you take them together... For my part, I cannot see how consciousness can persist when its physical basis has been destroyed, and I am too sure of the interconnection of my body and my mind to think that any survival of my my consciousness apart from my body would be in any sense a survival of myself.

No affectation of peculiarity can conceal a commonplace mind.

It has been said that good prose should resemble the conversation of a well-bred man.

You're beginning to dislike me, aren't you? Well, dislike me. It doesn't make any difference to me now.

The novel may stimulate you to think. It may satisfy your aesthetic sense. It may arouse your moral emotions. But if it does not entertain you it is a bad novel.

Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

You know what the critics are. If you tell the truth they only say you're cynical and it does an author no good to get a reputation for cynicism.