I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.
...and yet could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions -- it was the sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make me happy and miserable.
One can't love humanity. One can only love people.
Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.
Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?
A murderer is regarded by the conventional world as something almost monstrous, but a murderer to himself is only an ordinary man. It is only if the murderer is a good man that he can be regarded as monstrous.