The last clear definite function of man — muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need — this is man.

There's nothing in the world like that first taste of beer.

It was too nerve-wracking, a shocking spectacle, like seeing an old, calm friend go insane.

So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.

Such is the prestige of the Nobel Award and of this place where I stand that I am impelled, not to speak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession and in the great and good men who have practised it through the ages.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

'I know,' said Winter, 'but they don't know.' And he went on with a thought he had been having. 'A time-minded people,' he said, 'and the time is nearly up. They think that just because they have only one leader and one head, we are all like that. They know that ten heads lopped off will destroy them, but we are a free people; we have as many heads as we have people, and in a time of need leaders pop up among us like mushrooms.'