Young men have a passion for regarding their elders as senile.

All experience is an arch, to build upon.

Every man should have a fair-sized cemetary in which to bury the faults of his friends.

Every one must bear his own universe, and most persons are moderately interested in learning how their neighbors have managed to carry theirs.

History is a tangled skein that one may take up at any point, and break when one has unravelled enough.

The outline of the city became frantic in its effort to explain something that defied meaning. Power seemed to have outgrown its servitude and to have asserted its freedom. The cylinder had exploded, and thrown great masses of stone and steam against the sky.

Morality is a private and costly luxury.