If a man is a writer, everybody tiptoes around past the locked door of the breadwinner. But if you’re an ordinary female housewife, people say, ‘This is just something Barbara wanted to do; it’s not professional.’
A person without a shadow should keep out of the sun, that is the only safe and rational plan.
The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
A man’s vanity tells him what is honor, a man’s conscience what is justice.
Life is a corrupting process from the time a child learns to play his mother off against his father in the politics of when to go to bed; he who fears corruption fears life.
Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who think differently from him.
There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
We often fancy that we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.
‘The Prince’ was written by Machiavelli for the Haves on how to hold power. ‘Rules for Radicals’ is written for the Have-Nots on how to take it away.