The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

Can you honestly love a dishonest thing?

A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn't say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn't like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn't shave.

Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.

for how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.

The story [Henny-Penny] has the best opening in all literature-"The sky is falling," cried Henny-Penny, "and a piece of it fell on my tail.