Kant thought things, not because they were true, but because he was Kant.

I made up my mind long ago that life was too short to do anything for myself that I could pay others to do for me.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

Of all the hokum with which this country [America] is riddled, the most odd is the common notion that it is free of class distinctions.

There are times when I look over the various parts of my character with perplexity. I recognize that I am made up of several persons and that the person that at the moment has the upper hand will inevitably give place to another. But which is the real one? All of them or none?

Just as the painter thinks with his brush and paints the novelist thinks with his story.

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