How true it is that men live for Things and women for People!

To make a deliberate falsification for personal gain is the last, worst depth to which either scholar or artist can descend in work or life.

There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

It is ridiculous to take on a man's job just in order to be able to say that 'a woman has done it - yah!' The only decent reason for tackling a job is that it is your job and you want to do it.

Still, it doesn't do to murder people, no matter how offensive they may be.

There is, in fact, a paradox about working to serve the community, and it is this: that to aim directly at serving the community is to falsify the work; the only way to serve the community is to forget the community and serve the work.

Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain; If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!