Death? Why all this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition to life, not an evil.

When all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one.

Life is a verb, not a noun.

We grovel and "worship" and pray to God to do what we ourselves ought to have done a thousand years ago, and can do now, as soon as we choose.

The labor of women in the house, certainly, enables men to produce more wealth than they otherwise could; and in this way women are economic factors in society. But so are horses.

To swallow and follow, whether old doctrine or new propaganda, is a weakness still dominating the human mind.

Love grows by service.

Eternity is not something that begins after you are dead. It is going on all the time.

A man's honor always seems to want to kill a woman to satisfy it.

If a woman is really injured by her marriage, she should sue under the employer liability act. She should claim damages--not alimony.

I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy-store.

Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same.

Writers are often given the gift of being spectacularly unhappy, so that they can record the full depth of feeling.

If you don't follow your dreams, someone else, somewhere will follow theirs. Don't get left behind.

The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.

We all appear as dunces when feigning an interest in things we care nothing about.

You're so caught up in grumbling, complaining, and seeing what's wrong that you have no energy or time to appreciate what's good.

Anything is possible - even the most far-fetched idea can come to being through a series of seemingly small decisions and actions.

Just as it is the duty of all men to obey just laws, so it is the duty of all men to disobey unjust laws.

Seldom can philosophic genius be more usefully employed than in thus rescuing admitted truths from the neglect caused by the very circumstance of their universal admission.

I love men, the restlessness of their corrupted souls, the way they hide their heavy, murderous hearts, their sudden delicacies and small shocking acts of tenderness.