Boys do not grow up gradually. They move forward in spurts like the hands of clocks in railway stations.

Whom the gods wish to destroy they first call promising.

Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.

The disasters of the world are due to its inhabitants not being able to grow old simultaneously. There is always a raw and intolerant nation eager to destroy the tolerant and mellow.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

Promise is the capacity for letting people down.