No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft.

Life, forever dying to be born afresh, forever young and eager, will presently stand upon this Earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.

If you are in difficulties with a book, try the element of surprise: attack it at an hour when it isn't expecting it.

Patriotism has become a mere national self assertion, a sentimentality of flag-cheering with no constructive duties.

Endless conflicts. Endless misunderstanding. All life is that. Great and little cannot understand one another.

He spares no resource in telling of his dead inventions... Bare verbs he rarely tolerates. He splits infinitives and fills them up with adverbial stuffing. He presses the passing colloquialism into his service. His vast paragraphis sweat and struggle; the

Are we all bubbles blown by a baby?