The older I grow, the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

The older I grow, the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

Women have simple tastes. They can get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.

The cosmos is a gigantic fly-wheel making 10,000 revolutions a minute. Man is a sick fly taking a dizzy ride on it. Religion is the theory that the wheel was designed and set spinning to give him the ride.

School days, I believe, are the unhappiest in the whole span of human existence. They are full of dull, unintelligible tasks, new and unpleasant ordinances, brutal violations of common sense and common decency.

The urge to save humanity is almost always only a false-face for the urge to rule it.

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

Nothing can come out of an artist that is not in the man.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complementary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

The American people, taking one with another, constitute the most timorous, sniveling, poltroonish, ignominious mob of serfs and goose-steppers evergathered under one flag in Christendom since the end of the Middle Ages.