Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.

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

Fiction is history, human history, or it is nothing.

the mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

We live as we dream - alone.

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