Civilization can never be other than a brief local interlude; it creates the conditions for its own destruction.
Improvement rarely begins in reflection on how wonderful you already are.
If a discipline purports to be a science, yet has not produced a universal law to which all of its practitioners agree, it is just giving itself airs.
The apotheosis of the artist comes when he arrogates to himself the right to bore you.
A few books, like Beerbohm’s Zuleika Dobson and certain novels by Wodehouse, are unglossable, complete and perfect in themselves. They may succeed with the public but never with the critics, who before them feel their own irrelevance too acutely.
As the Western rose and fell, so too America.
If you want to do good, make money.
Sane people throw themselves into politics only when the state has made normal life impossible, and by then it is too late.
Any man who was not a Whig a hundred fifty years ago had no heart, and any man who is one today has no brains.
Anything announced as voluntary is mandatory.