There is far too great a disproportion between what one is and what others think one is, or at least what they say they think one is.

Most people say that it is the intellect which makes a great scientist. They are wrong: it is character.

Kebanyakan orang mengatakan bahwa kecerdasanlah yang melahirkan seorang ilmuwan besar. Mereka salah, karakterlah yang melahirkannya.

That was the chief difference between literature and life. In books, the proportion of exceptional to commonplace people is high; in reality, very low.

As a lover or a dipsomaniac, I've no doubt of your being a most fascinating specimen. But as a combiner of forms, you must honestly admit it, you're a bore.

She looked up with a certain anxiety. 'But you don't think I'm too plump, do you?' He shook his head.Like so much meat. 'You think I'm all right.' Another nod. 'In every way?' 'Perfect.' he said aloud. And inwardly, 'She thinks of herself that way. She doesn't mind being meat.

That horrible Benito Hoover! And yet the man had meant well enough. Which only made it, in a way, much worse. Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.

Still, if one has to suffer in order to be beautiful, one must also expect to be ugly in order not to suffer.

It's always good to be underestimated.

Don't call us saints, we don't want to be dismissed that easily.

The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.