Know from whence you came. If you know whence you came, there are absolutely no limitations to where you can go.

A devotion to humanity is... too easily equated with a devotion to a Cause, and Causes, as we know, are notoriously bloodthirsty.

People pay for what they do, and still more for what they have allowed themselves to become, and they pay for it, very simply, by the lives they lead.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

I often wonder what I'd do if there weren't any books in the world.

For these are all our children, we will all profit by or pay for whatthey become.

Sentimentality, the ostentatious parading of excessive and spurious emotion, is the mark of dishonesty...the wet eyes of the sentimentalist betray his aversion to experience, his fear of life, his arid heart; and it is always, therefore, the signal of secret and violent humanity, the mark of cruelty.