Ghosts, we hope, may be always with us - that is, never too far out of the reach of fancy. On the whole, it would seem they adapt themselves well, perhaps better than we do, to changing world conditions - they enlarge their domain, shift their hold on our nerves, and, dispossessed of one habitat, set up house in another. The universal battiness of our century looks like providing them with a propitious climate.

...the power-loving temperament is more dangerous when it either prefers or is forced to operate in what is materially a void. Wehave everything to dread from the dispossessed.

What's the matter with this country is the matter with the lot of us individually - our sense of personality is a sense of outrage.

We have really no absent friends.

Don't you understand that all language is dead currency? How they keep on playing shop with it all the same.

Two things are terrible in childhood: helplessness (being in other people's power) and apprehension - the apprehension that something is being concealed from us because it is too bad to be told.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.