If you're going to have a character appear in a story long enough to sell a newspaper, he'd better be real enough that you can smell his breath.

I couldn't regard myself as personally repulsive. No man can, or, if he ever comes to do so, that is the end of him.

But responsibility hardens the heart. It must.

Yes, a war is inevitable. Firstly, there's you fellows who can't be trusted. And then there's the multitude who mean to have bathrooms and white enamel. Millions of them; all over the world. Not merely here. And there aren't enough bathrooms and white enamel in the world to go round.

You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love.

If you hunch your shoulders too long against a storm your shoulders will grow bowed.

Mind, I am not preaching anything contrary to accepted morality. I am not advocating free love in this or any other case. Society must go on, I suppose, and society can only exist if the normal, if the virtuous, and the slightly deceitful flourish, and if the passionate, the headstrong, and the too-truthful are condemned to suicide and madness.