Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.

I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored

There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.

“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”

A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.

Holland is a dream, Monsieur, a dream of gold and smoke-smokier by day, more gilded by night. And night and day that dream is peopled with Lohengrins like these, dreamily riding their black bicycles with high handle-bars, funereal swans constantly drifting throughout the whole country, around the seas, along the canals.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.