All war is a symptom of man's failure as a thinking animal.

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

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.

I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.... The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

One must withdraw for a time from life in order to set down that picture.

We don't take a trip. A trip takes us.

It’s a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.