And the more I drink the more I feel it. That's why I drink too. I try to find sympathy and feeling in drink.... I drink so that I may suffer twice as much!

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from faith. If the realist once believes, then he is bound by his very realism to admit the miraculous also.

You must accept it as it is, and hence accept all consequences. A wall is indeed a wall.

It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them — the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.

To think too much is a disease.

In such situations, of course, people don't nurse their anger silently, they moan aloud; but these are not frank, straightforward moans, there is a kind of cunning malice in them, and that's the whole point. Those very moans express the sufferer's delectation; if he did not enjoy his moans, he wouldn't be moaning.

If man has one good memory to go by, that may be enough to save him.