One principle reason why men are so often useless is that they divide and shift their attention among a multiplicity read more

One principle reason why men are so often useless is that they divide and shift their attention among a multiplicity of objects and pursuits.

You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say read more

You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.

Acting is the expression of a neurotic impulse. It's a bum's life. The principal benefit acting has afforded me is read more

Acting is the expression of a neurotic impulse. It's a bum's life. The principal benefit acting has afforded me is the money to pay for my psychoanalysis.

Man is not logical and his intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. He hangs on to read more

Man is not logical and his intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. He hangs on to what he can in his old beliefs even when he is compelled to surrender their logical basis.

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.

The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result read more

The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity, but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich. Consequently, the modern poor are not pitied but written off as trash. The twentieth-century consumer economy has produced the first culture for which a beggar is a reminder of nothing.

Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.

Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.

Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, read more

Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are -- chaff and grain together -- certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away….

Let's not quibble! I'm the foe of moderation, the champion of excess. If I may lift a line from a read more

Let's not quibble! I'm the foe of moderation, the champion of excess. If I may lift a line from a die-hard whose identity is lost in the shuffle, "I'd rather be strongly wrong than weakly right.".