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 allurement that women hold out to men is precisely the allurement that Cape Hatteras holds out to sailors: they are enormously dangerous and hence enormously fascinating.

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 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.

Conscience is the inner voice which warns us that someone may be looking.

Adultery is the application of democracy to love.

Injustice is relatively easy to bear; what stings is justice.