As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.

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

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.

All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind. All intellectual and artistic ambitions are permissible, up to and even beyond the limit of prudent sanity. They can hurt no one.

For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away.

All a man can betray is his conscience.

Kisses are the remnants of paradise.