He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

Guys like us got nothing to look ahead to

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

No single organism could be understood without observing and comprehending the entire colony.

Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved.