The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly Weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous stab.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

The real significance of crime is in its being a breach of faith with the community of mankind.

There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.