When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive.

We are what we believe we are.

Pure, spiritual, intellectual love shot form their faces like barbedlightning. It was so unlike the love we experience that its expressioncould easily be mistaken for ferocity.

Human beings, all over the earth, have this curious idea that they ought to believe in a certain way, and can't really get rid of it.

I'm a beast, I am, and a Badger what's more. We don't change. We hold on.

I am only trying to call attention to a fact; the fact that this year, of this month, or, more likely, this very day, we have failed to practice ourselves the kind of behaviour we expect from other people.

No man who says, 'I'm as good as you,' believes it. He would not say it if he did.