I'd sooner be smashed into a mangled pulp by a bus when we cross the street than look forward to a life like yours.

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives not by truth but by make-believe.

Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself.

It is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one's dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank and independent.

From the earliest time the old have rubbed it into the young that they are wiser, and before the young had discovered what nonsense this was they were old too, and it profited them to carry on the imposture.

At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.

Perfection has one grave defect: it is apt to be dull.