It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.

Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman.

All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.

Why fight the 'natural' (oh, weaselly word!) order of things? Why? Because of this--one fine day, a purely predatory world shall consume itself. In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.

One cannot pass by without thinking of the density of men in the ground.

Little girls are like old cats. If they don't like you nothing on Earth will make them pretend to.

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.