It is as dangerous for people unaccustomed to handling words and unacquainted with their technique to tinker about with these heavily-charged nuclei of emotional power as it would be for me to burst into a laboratory and play about with a powerful electromagnet or other machine highly charged with electrical force.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

Passion's a good, stupid horse that will pull the plough six days a week if you give him the run of his heels on Sundays. But love's a nervous, awkward, over-mastering brute; if you can't rein him, it's best to have no truck with him.

How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do" "Except to teach me for the first time what they meant.

Advertise, or go under.

Of all devils let loose in the world there is no devil like devoted love.

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