Persecution was at least a sign of personal interest.

I have found some of the best reasons I ever had for remaining at the bottom simply by looking at the men at the top.

Distaste sounds more emphatic when expressed as moral disapproval. With most of us the moral counterblast is nothing more than the angry rendering of a yawn.

As wounded men may limp through life, so our war minds may not regain the balance of their thoughts for decades.

The world is a play that would not be worth seeing if we knew the plot.

Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies without a question in his heart, what excuse is there for his continuance?

Talk ought always to run obliquely, not nose to nose with no chance of mental escape.