Old age is an excellent time for outrage. My goal is to say or do at least one outrageous thing every week.
There seems to be a terrible misunderstanding on the part of a great many people to the effect that when you cease to believe you may cease to behave.
The trouble with us in America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to advertising copy.
The closer and more confidential our relationship with someone, the less we are entitled to ask about what we are not voluntarily told.
Ours must be the first age whose great goal on a nonmaterial plane is not fulfillment but adjustment.
Ours is the country where in order to sell your product you don't so much point out its merits as you first work like hell to sell yourself.
Individualism is rather like innocence there must be something unconscious about it.
One of the misfortunes of our time is that in getting rid of false shame we have killed off so much real shame as well.
Many people today don't want honest answers insofar as honest means unpleasant or disturbing. They want a soft answer that turneth away anxiety.
We might define an eccentric as a man who is law unto himself and a crank as one who having determined what the law is insists on laying it down to others.
