Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.

Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.

I have always been so sure - too sure... But now I am very humble and I say like a little child: "I do not know..."

I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.

... the belief in a superstratum of human beings ... is the most evil of all beliefs. For when you say, 'I am not as other men' -- you have lost the two most valuable qualities we have ever tried to attain: -- humility and brotherhood.

To rush into explanations is always a sign of weakness.

Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.