The bully and his victim never quite forget their first relations.

Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.

What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.

I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.

Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

There's never any great risk as long as you have money.

George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her. Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called 'Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!' The silence of life had been broken by Miss Bartlett, who stood brown against the view.