A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down the river.

Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.

I am writing this from what we Americans call Yurrp. In Yurrp writers are taken as seriously as Lana Turner's legs are in America - a ridiculous situation.

There are two kinds of people in the world, observers and non-observers.

You got to live before you can afford to die.

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms