No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

And we could have all this,' she said. 'And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.' 'What did you say?' 'I said we could have everything.' 'We can have everything.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can have the whole world.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can go everywhere.' 'No, we can't. It isn't ours anymore.' 'It's ours.' 'No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

The time to work is shorter all the time and if you waste it you ... have committed a sin for which there is no forgiveness.

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.

If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A writer who omits things because he does not know them only makes hollow places in his writing.