No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.

...for a moment people set down their glasses in county clubs and speak-easies and thought of their old best dreams.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized.

Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves. Now, human respect—you don't call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but if you spend your life sparing people's feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can't distinguish what should be respected in them.

Modern life... changes no longer century by century, but year by year, ten times faster than it ever has before-populations doubling, civilizations unified more closely with other civilizations, economic interdependence, racial questions, and-we're dawdling along. My idea is that we've got to go very much faster.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.