It is difficult, when you are poor and obscure, to persuade anyone of your indifference to wealth and fame.
Where books are burned, they are taken seriously.
If you must write for an audience, why not the one you want to have?
We wonder at the man who gives his life to the group, forgetting that the group also gives its life to him.
A few have learned to suppress their dismay that the world does not regard them quite as they regard themselves, and this we call modesty.
We need not approve of the audience to crave its approval.
The lottery ticket is cheap, it’s the hope that’s expensive.
The relative demand for truth and opinion closely approximates the relative supply.
Literary talent consists largely in pronouncing sonorous absurdities with absolute conviction.
The government can be a great deal worse than the populace, but no better.