But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it.

I slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

The terrorist and the policeman both come from the same basket. Revolution, legality--counter-moves in the same game; forms of idleness at bottom identical.

When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages--hate them to the death.