Everyone says he's sincere, but everyone isn't sincere. If everyone was sincere who says he's sincere there wouldn't be half so many insincere ones in the world and there would be lots, lots, lots more really sincere ones!
There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.
The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.
There's no better credit card in the world than driving up at a bank door in a Cadillac limousine.
There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast. It's like nothing else. It's like a love affair, it goes on and on, and doesn't end in marriage. It's all courtship.
The trouble with this world is that everybody has to compromise and conform.
For there was a conspiracy of dullness in the world, a universal plan to shut out the resurgences of spirit which might interfere with clockwork. Better to keep your elevation unseen until it is higher than strangers' hands can reach to pull you down to their level.
For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .
Take by surprise and the world gives up resistance.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.