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

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.

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

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.

Open the book to page ninety-nine and read, and the quality of the whole will be revealed to you.

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.

The world is full of places to which I want to return