Success is more dangerous than failure, the ripples break over a wider coastline.

Failure too is a form of death.

He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.

In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock!

People change,' she said 'Oh, no they don't. Look at me. I've never changed. It's like those sticks of rock: bite it all the way down, you'll still read Brighton. That's human nature.

Fun... human nature... does no one any harm... Regular as clockwork the old excuses came back into the alert, sad and dissatisfied brain--nothing ever matched the deep excitement of the regular desire. Men always failed you when it came to the act. She might just as well have been to the pictures.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.