I sit down religiously every morning, I sit down for eight hours every day - and the sitting down is all.

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies.

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

The ocean has the conscienceless temper of a savage autocrat spoiled by much adulation

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

The blight of futility that lies in wait for men's speeches had fallen upon our conversation and made it a thing of empty sounds.

The terrorist and the policeman both come from the same basket.