But youth isn't happy. Youth is sadder than age.

Youth is always an enemy to the old.

No idea is so antiquitated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not some day be antiquitated . . . to seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.

I revolted from sentimentality, less because it was false than because it was cruel.

The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.

... in the nineteen-thirties ... the most casual reader of murder mysteries could infallibly detect the villain, as soon as there entered a character who had recently washed his neck and did not commit mayhem on the English language.

It would appear, from the best examples, that the proper way of beginning a preface to one's work is with a humble apology for having written at all.