I haven't much opinion of words. They're apt to set fire to a dry tongue, that's what I say.

Give the young half a chance and they will create their own future, they will even create their own heaven and earth.

... though not invariably the worst choice, war is always an obscene horror.

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.

No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.

What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.