fiction is not only the historian of life but its apologist.
Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.
There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.
orthodoxy is a fixed habit of mind. The average man and woman hug their orthodoxies and spit their venom on those that outrage them.
The very commonplaces of life are components of its eternal mystery.
Every leader of a great revolution is a fanatic and a Jesuit.