Against the beautiful and the clever and the successful, one can wage a pitiless war, but not against the unattractive: then the millstone weighs on the breast.

Suffering is not increased by numbers; one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.

It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.

A writer doesn't write for his readers, does he? Yet he has to take elementary precautions all the same, to make them comfortable.

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.

Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.